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 Venezuela and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Halifax.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Techniques to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 '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 Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hasil Adkins,
Little Man,
The Pop Group,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
DJ Style,
Fear,
the Association,
Wolf Eyes,
DJ Sneak,
Slick Rick,
Lalo Schifrin,
Agent Orange,
Niagra,
Youth Brigade,
X-101,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Skriet,
Tres Demented,
Skarface,
Radiohead,
Warsaw,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Yaz,
Adolescents,
Nils Olav,
Bronski Beat,
The Slits,
Soft Cell,
Young Marble Giants,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Judy Mowatt,
Kerri Chandler,
The Zeros,
8 Eyed Spy,
X-Ray Spex,
Gil Scott Heron,
Johnny Osbourne,
Brass Construction,
The Seeds,
Gregory Isaacs,
Vainqueur,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
FM Einheit,
The Index,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
David Bowie,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Raincoats,
Patti Smith,
The Golliwogs,
Index,
Derrick May,
The Mojo Men,
Massinfluence,
EPMD,
Minutemen,
Donny Hathaway,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Don Cherry,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.