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 Philippines and from Woodstock.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Au Pairs to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
The Evens,
Mission of Burma,
Drexciya,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Alphaville,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Misunderstood,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eric Dolphy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roxy Music,
Fatback Band,
Guru Guru,
Von Mondo,
Jeru the Damaja,
B.T. Express,
Youth Brigade,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Harry Pussy,
Black Flag,
Ralphi Rosario,
Peter and Kerry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roxette,
Bobby Womack,
Leonard Cohen,
Pierre Henry,
Basic Channel,
Y Pants,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roy Ayers,
The Monochrome Set,
Scratch Acid,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Reuben Wilson,
Hashim,
Brick,
JFA,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Mojo Men,
Delon & Dalcan,
Anakelly,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
New Order,
Mad Mike,
Franke,
Silicon Teens,
The Star Department,
Smog,
Supertramp,
Altered Images,
The Velvet Underground,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
These Immortal Souls,
In Retrospect,
Animal Collective,
Lower 48,
Radio Birdman,
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.