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 Sudan and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Lou Reed 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 Moby Grape to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Ultravox,
Marc Almond,
Mantronix,
10cc,
The Mojo Men,
Pantytec,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Johnny Osbourne,
Half Japanese,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ornette Coleman,
Guru Guru,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Von Mondo,
Crash Course in Science,
Harmonia,
The Durutti Column,
Boz Scaggs,
L. Decosne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bang On A Can,
Cymande,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Gories,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Arab on Radar,
Aloha Tigers,
Colin Newman,
Mad Mike,
Khruangbin,
Deepchord,
New Order,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kenny Larkin,
Tom Boy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rufus Thomas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Brand Nubian,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Arcadia,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Young Marble Giants,
Alphaville,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Yellowson,
Darondo,
The Modern Lovers,
Faraquet,
The Cramps,
Cybotron,
Alice Coltrane,
Scientists,
Funkadelic,
Blossom Toes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ten City,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Minny Pops,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.