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 Lesotho and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Michael McDonald 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 CMW to the electroclash 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Television Personalities,
Rod Modell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Intrusion,
Bronski Beat,
Steve Hackett,
Lou Reed,
Wasted Youth,
Brass Construction,
Gichy Dan,
Suicide,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Youth Brigade,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wolf Eyes,
Peter & Gordon,
Amon Düül II,
Quando Quango,
Alison Limerick,
Infiniti,
Livin' Joy,
Clear Light,
Leonard Cohen,
Ronan,
Lakeside,
Maleditus Sound,
Zero Boys,
Popol Vuh,
The Count Five,
Charles Mingus,
The Wake,
Faraquet,
The Vogues,
Don Cherry,
The Smiths,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Slave,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dual Sessions,
Carl Craig,
Rapeman,
Barrington Levy,
The Seeds,
Buzzcocks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Sonics,
Spandau Ballet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Remains,
Los Fastidios,
Chris & Cosey,
Wire,
The Knickerbockers,
Nirvana,
Avey Tare,
Andrew Hill,
Niagra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Move,
Mo-Dettes,
Yaz,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.