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 United Kingdom and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Vogues to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Names,
Spandau Ballet,
X-102,
Matthew Halsall,
Soul Sonic Force,
Maurizio,
Pere Ubu,
The Victims,
Joe Finger,
Jacques Brel,
Index,
Masters at Work,
Nas,
Ornette Coleman,
Sexual Harrassment,
Clear Light,
F. McDonald,
Can,
Junior Murvin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bauhaus,
Warsaw,
8 Eyed Spy,
Althea and Donna,
Tim Buckley,
Big Daddy Kane,
Funky Four + One,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Blackbyrds,
John Coltrane,
The Invisible,
The Techniques,
Skarface,
Lucky Dragons,
Newcleus,
Con Funk Shun,
X-Ray Spex,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gladiators,
Buzzcocks,
Sun City Girls,
Glenn Branca,
Minnie Riperton,
Sugar Minott,
The Neon Judgement,
Gang Starr,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jeru the Damaja,
Magazine,
Fatback Band,
New Order,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Dirtbombs,
Severed Heads,
Absolute Body Control,
Alton Ellis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.