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 Qatar and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television 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?
Isaac Hayes,
The Remains,
Sam Rivers,
Radio Birdman,
Gang Green,
Slick Rick,
Sugar Minott,
Suicide,
Mission of Burma,
The Gap Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Minny Pops,
The Blues Magoos,
Soul Sonic Force,
Alison Limerick,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mad Mike,
Jacques Brel,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Slits,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Flag,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Aloha Tigers,
B.T. Express,
Jacob Miller,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kerri Chandler,
A Certain Ratio,
The Velvet Underground,
Delon & Dalcan,
Monks,
Camberwell Now,
Gang Starr,
Fear,
Matthew Halsall,
Cameo,
New York Dolls,
Depeche Mode,
Mr. Review,
Television,
The Motions,
The Kinks,
Grauzone,
PIL,
Jesper Dahlback,
Althea and Donna,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Archie Shepp,
Ponytail,
Animal Collective,
Nick Fraelich,
Todd Terry,
Nirvana,
Shuggie Otis,
Newcleus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Reuben Wilson,
Gong,
Siglo XX,
Man Eating Sloth,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.