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 Fiji and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Holger Czukay 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 Fat Boys to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
The Golliwogs,
The Selecter,
Technova,
Ornette Coleman,
Ten City,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Moebius,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Au Pairs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Erasure,
New Age Steppers,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Martian,
Vladislav Delay,
Piero Umiliani,
Brick,
The Walker Brothers,
Icehouse,
Kaleidoscope,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
AZ,
The Toasters,
L. Decosne,
Pierre Henry,
The Offenders,
Chris & Cosey,
Hoover,
Bob Dylan,
Zero Boys,
Y Pants,
Blancmange,
Rites of Spring,
Excepter,
48th St. Collective,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Funky Four + One,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Idris Muhammad,
Altered Images,
Circle Jerks,
The Kinks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Peter & Gordon,
The Monochrome Set,
Eve St. Jones,
The Detroit Cobras,
Warsaw,
Ronnie Foster,
Fat Boys,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Peter and Kerry,
Boz Scaggs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Residents,
John Cale,
Scion,
Joyce Sims,
Eric Dolphy,
Negative Approach,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.