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 Portugal and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ 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 Animal Collective to the rock 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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Sandy B,
OOIOO,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Minor Threat,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Doors,
Jeff Lynne,
Jawbox,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Golliwogs,
The Slackers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tommy Roe,
Amon Düül,
Sonny Sharrock,
Davy DMX,
The Standells,
The Shadows of Knight,
Deakin,
Motorama,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Human League,
Grey Daturas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crime,
The Music Machine,
Aloha Tigers,
One Last Wish,
Desert Stars,
Aural Exciters,
Amazonics,
Tom Boy,
The J.B.'s,
The Pop Group,
Saccharine Trust,
The Blues Magoos,
Guru Guru,
Juan Atkins,
Black Sheep,
Sam Rivers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Toni Rubio,
Sugar Minott,
Rod Modell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Blackbyrds,
Thompson Twins,
Susan Cadogan,
Soft Cell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Birthday Party,
Icehouse,
Danielle Patucci,
Bill Wells,
Terry Callier,
Sister Nancy,
The Tremeloes,
Groovy Waters,
Man Parrish,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.