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 Niger and from Tehran.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord 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 Lyres to the crunk 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
the Soft Cell,
Fat Boys,
The Busters,
Rufus Thomas,
A Certain Ratio,
Qualms,
Quando Quango,
Cymande,
Popol Vuh,
The Sound,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Big Daddy Kane,
Skarface,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Grass Roots,
Albert Ayler,
Pole,
John Cale,
The Electric Prunes,
Parry Music,
Gang Starr,
The Cowsills,
Wings,
Alison Limerick,
Mark Hollis,
The Doobie Brothers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Shoche,
Marine Girls,
Funky Four + One,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Slits,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Birthday Party,
Connie Case,
The Slits,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Q and Not U,
Funkadelic,
The Pretty Things,
Minnie Riperton,
Banda Bassotti,
Outsiders,
Rapeman,
Mars,
Barbara Tucker,
The Techniques,
Scrapy,
The Blackbyrds,
JFA,
X-101,
Agitation Free,
Eric Copeland,
John Lydon,
Chris Corsano,
Gong,
John Coltrane,
Public Enemy,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.