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 Bangladesh and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Symarip to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joyce Sims,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Count Five,
Cal Tjader,
Ronnie Foster,
Camberwell Now,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Invisible,
Motorama,
Gastr Del Sol,
Andrew Hill,
Cluster,
Sandy B,
Severed Heads,
The Gories,
The Move,
Radiohead,
Essential Logic,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hoover,
Mars,
Oneida,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Robert Wyatt,
The New Christs,
Sight & Sound,
Crooked Eye,
Gang Gang Dance,
Guru Guru,
Deadbeat,
Crime,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eric Copeland,
The Doobie Brothers,
Excepter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Idris Muhammad,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Sheep,
Bobby Byrd,
Agitation Free,
Scion,
Glambeats Corp.,
Henry Cow,
Nick Fraelich,
Skaos,
Colin Newman,
Isaac Hayes,
Accadde A,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Blues Magoos,
Eve St. Jones,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ultravox,
Ultimate Spinach,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.