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 Argentina and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 linndrum 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 Cluster to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Stetsasonic,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crispian St. Peters,
Main Source,
Nirvana,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Derrick Morgan,
Kurtis Blow,
Isaac Hayes,
Lower 48,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Quando Quango,
Cymande,
Bobby Womack,
Spoonie Gee,
John Foxx,
The Gap Band,
Amon Düül II,
Bronski Beat,
Pantaleimon,
Erykah Badu,
T.S.O.L.,
Boz Scaggs,
Ice-T,
Juan Atkins,
The Stooges,
Thompson Twins,
The Raincoats,
The Barracudas,
Animal Collective,
Zero Boys,
Metal Thangz,
Franke,
The Fire Engines,
Bill Wells,
Liliput,
Television Personalities,
Circle Jerks,
Shoche,
June Days,
Agent Orange,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Spandau Ballet,
Kayak,
Tomorrow,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Albert Ayler,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jimmy McGriff,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Livin' Joy,
Joyce Sims,
Mary Jane Girls,
48th St. Collective,
Nation of Ulysses,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.