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 Namibia 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes 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 Jerry's Kids to the disco 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
The Music Machine,
Matthew Halsall,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ponytail,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Clear Light,
Frankie Knuckles,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bush Tetras,
Bobby Sherman,
Peter and Kerry,
Arab on Radar,
K-Klass,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fortunes,
Fela Kuti,
Blake Baxter,
Jandek,
Ash Ra Tempel,
A Flock of Seagulls,
EPMD,
Graham Central Station,
These Immortal Souls,
Al Stewart,
The Electric Prunes,
Donny Hathaway,
Roger Hodgson,
Banda Bassotti,
Minnie Riperton,
Can,
Monolake,
Lower 48,
Sarah Menescal,
Brass Construction,
The Selecter,
Terry Callier,
Lindisfarne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Colin Newman,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cluster,
Groovy Waters,
Byron Stingily,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Martian,
The Smiths,
Liliput,
Bauhaus,
The Raincoats,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rod Modell,
Absolute Body Control,
Sixth Finger,
cv313,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Theoretical Girls,
Glenn Branca,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.