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 India and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe 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 Bobby Byrd to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Tom Boy,
Pussy Galore,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dennis Brown,
the Human League,
Bad Manners,
Juan Atkins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eli Mardock,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fortunes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Birthday Party,
Moby Grape,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Index,
Black Pus,
Sällskapet,
The Dave Clark Five,
Stockholm Monsters,
David Axelrod,
Yellowson,
The Smoke,
The Count Five,
Nico,
Minor Threat,
Whodini,
Bill Near,
Wally Richardson,
ABBA,
Delon & Dalcan,
Byron Stingily,
Japan,
Maleditus Sound,
Anthony Braxton,
The Mojo Men,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Techniques,
Barclay James Harvest,
Anakelly,
Harmonia,
The Searchers,
Joy Division,
The Move,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Durutti Column,
Ponytail,
F. McDonald,
Oneida,
These Immortal Souls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Derrick Morgan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Echospace,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.