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 Argentina and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ossler to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Silicon Teens,
This Heat,
Eddi Front,
Jandek,
the Normal,
Au Pairs,
Rapeman,
Monks,
Yazoo,
R.M.O.,
Junior Murvin,
Juan Atkins,
Ornette Coleman,
Anakelly,
ABBA,
The Red Krayola,
K-Klass,
MDC,
Lakeside,
Erasure,
Ronan,
Neil Young,
Joensuu 1685,
Main Source,
Pussy Galore,
Goldenarms,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marc Almond,
X-Ray Spex,
The Velvet Underground,
Drive Like Jehu,
Aaron Thompson,
Essential Logic,
Fatback Band,
Television Personalities,
The Shadows of Knight,
Henry Cow,
The Mummies,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Desert Stars,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eric Copeland,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scratch Acid,
Spoonie Gee,
Anthony Braxton,
Susan Cadogan,
Eric Dolphy,
Tommy Roe,
Sister Nancy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Moby Grape,
Quando Quango,
Bobby Sherman,
The Cowsills,
Erykah Badu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.