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 Honduras and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Main Source to the rock 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Crime,
Neil Young,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Motions,
Chris & Cosey,
Deepchord,
Arthur Verocai,
Zapp,
The Cowsills,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fela Kuti,
Gang Green,
June of 44,
Circle Jerks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Dead C,
Jesper Dahlback,
Aloha Tigers,
Janne Schatter,
Iggy Pop,
Dennis Brown,
Wasted Youth,
Harpers Bizarre,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Todd Terry,
John Lydon,
Josef K,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Zeros,
Rotary Connection,
Black Flag,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Monolake,
Ituana,
The Barracudas,
Barry Ungar,
The Index,
Arcadia,
Suburban Knight,
Ossler,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hot Snakes,
Brand Nubian,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kerrie Biddell,
Procol Harum,
Arab on Radar,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Pop Group,
The Beau Brummels,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Roxette,
Yaz,
Funky Four + One,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Buzzcocks,
Chris Corsano,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gabor Szabo,
Clear Light,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.