Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Nicaragua and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Curtis Mayfield to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Busters,
The Names,
Marshall Jefferson,
Anakelly,
Kerri Chandler,
China Crisis,
Donny Hathaway,
The Move,
Amon Düül II,
Cal Tjader,
Bill Near,
Porter Ricks,
The Fall,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Music Machine,
Masters at Work,
Zero Boys,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Pop Group,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Can,
Drexciya,
a-ha,
H. Thieme,
Skriet,
Harry Pussy,
the Human League,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Yellowson,
Audionom,
Roy Ayers,
Scan 7,
KRS-One,
Inner City,
Aswad,
Crime,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Panda Bear,
Pere Ubu,
DJ Sneak,
Faraquet,
Terrestrial Tones,
Avey Tare,
The Litter,
CMW,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Raincoats,
Scion,
Tres Demented,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rufus Thomas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Angels of Light,
Jerry Gold Smith,
LL Cool J,
The Mojo Men,
Crispian St. Peters,
Alison Limerick,
The Last Poets,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.