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 Samoa and from Halifax.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
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 theremin 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 Duran Duran to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Von Mondo,
The Dead C,
Cal Tjader,
The Martian,
Cymande,
David Bowie,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Chris Corsano,
Neu!,
8 Eyed Spy,
Darondo,
FM Einheit,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Surgeon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Todd Terry,
Buzzcocks,
La Düsseldorf,
Juan Atkins,
Trumans Water,
The Sonics,
Freddie Wadling,
The Standells,
Aswad,
Matthew Bourne,
The Dirtbombs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Maurizio,
Metal Thangz,
Slave,
OOIOO,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pulsallama,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Blossom Toes,
Negative Approach,
The Cowsills,
Rapeman,
Maleditus Sound,
the Human League,
Prince Buster,
Au Pairs,
The Skatalites,
Thee Headcoats,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Faraquet,
Unwound,
Amon Düül II,
Scion,
Brass Construction,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bootsy Collins,
PIL,
Black Bananas,
Tom Boy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Los Fastidios,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.