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 Malta and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Malaria! to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Deepchord,
Johnny Clarke,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hoover,
Scion,
Moby Grape,
Mad Mike,
John Cale,
Guru Guru,
Boredoms,
The Moleskins,
Wings,
Crooked Eye,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Man Parrish,
Cheater Slicks,
Silicon Teens,
the Germs,
The United States of America,
Whodini,
Fatback Band,
Junior Murvin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ronnie Foster,
B.T. Express,
Andrew Hill,
The Index,
Cal Tjader,
Max Romeo,
Swell Maps,
Michelle Simonal,
Lou Reed,
The Doors,
Gang of Four,
Ten City,
the Bar-Kays,
A Certain Ratio,
Magazine,
Dennis Brown,
Supertramp,
Black Pus,
Country Teasers,
Chrome,
Electric Prunes,
Young Marble Giants,
Intrusion,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Real Kids,
Tres Demented,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gang Green,
Brick,
Moss Icon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mission of Burma,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.