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 Kuwait and from Tokyo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the crunk 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
kango's stein massive,
Amon Düül II,
Lungfish,
Outsiders,
OOIOO,
Shoche,
Terrestrial Tones,
Schoolly D,
The Slits,
Alice Coltrane,
Oneida,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Gap Band,
The Names,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Lydon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Detroit Cobras,
Brick,
Piero Umiliani,
The Durutti Column,
Alphaville,
Susan Cadogan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roy Ayers,
Graham Central Station,
Cameo,
Sight & Sound,
The Techniques,
Bronski Beat,
Jimmy McGriff,
Audionom,
The Gun Club,
ABC,
The Gladiators,
Bill Wells,
Basic Channel,
Absolute Body Control,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
L. Decosne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Flash Fearless,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Foxx,
Thee Headcoats,
Alton Ellis,
Todd Rundgren,
Laurel Aitken,
Pantaleimon,
Fluxion,
Cecil Taylor,
Quantec,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
T. Rex,
Blancmange,
Pierre Henry,
The Fire Engines,
Babytalk,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.