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 Rwanda and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 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 Desert Stars to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Lightning Bolt,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Foxx,
Tom Boy,
Lalann,
Bob Dylan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Gun Club,
Isaac Hayes,
Lindisfarne,
Make Up,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Liliput,
Erasure,
Anthony Braxton,
Brass Construction,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rapeman,
The Detroit Cobras,
Piero Umiliani,
U.S. Maple,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Todd Terry,
Pierre Henry,
Gastr Del Sol,
The New Christs,
The Gories,
Lebanon Hanover,
Judy Mowatt,
Symarip,
Can,
Juan Atkins,
Quantec,
Roxy Music,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Red Krayola,
Mantronix,
Ossler,
X-102,
Crooked Eye,
Eric Dolphy,
Suburban Knight,
The Cure,
Lou Reed,
One Last Wish,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Royal Trux,
Joe Finger,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Amazonics,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobby Womack,
Radiohead,
The Offenders,
Peter & Gordon,
Cymande,
The Cowsills,
Sun Ra,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.