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 Djibouti and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Inner City to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Kerri Chandler,
Guru Guru,
Youth Brigade,
Swell Maps,
The Evens,
Alice Coltrane,
John Lydon,
China Crisis,
Sound Behaviour,
A Certain Ratio,
The Birthday Party,
Pagans,
Zero Boys,
The United States of America,
Cybotron,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobby Sherman,
Roy Ayers,
Eric Copeland,
L. Decosne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Music Machine,
Deepchord,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Walker Brothers,
Chris & Cosey,
Hoover,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Das Ding,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pharoah Sanders,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ronan,
Leonard Cohen,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dead Boys,
Sun City Girls,
Mission of Burma,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Unwound,
Sam Rivers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Silicon Teens,
Hashim,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eric Dolphy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Barracudas,
Sex Pistols,
Aaron Thompson,
Arthur Verocai,
Jeff Lynne,
Moss Icon,
Audionom,
Theoretical Girls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Talk Talk,
Excepter,
Loose Ends,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.