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 Austria and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Delon & Dalcan 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Delta 5,
Pylon,
Tommy Roe,
Idris Muhammad,
Scratch Acid,
Arab on Radar,
Sun City Girls,
Soulsonic Force,
Alice Coltrane,
Cecil Taylor,
Blancmange,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Donald Byrd,
The Cramps,
The Leaves,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gong,
Grandmaster Flash,
Subhumans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roxy Music,
Harpers Bizarre,
Circle Jerks,
Groovy Waters,
Bill Wells,
Niagra,
The New Christs,
Sällskapet,
Minor Threat,
Archie Shepp,
10cc,
Bill Near,
Jeff Mills,
Isaac Hayes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Iggy Pop,
Erasure,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Radio Birdman,
Das Ding,
D'Angelo,
Magma,
Wasted Youth,
The Dirtbombs,
The Gories,
Jacques Brel,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Section 25,
Absolute Body Control,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Knickerbockers,
Young Marble Giants,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jerry's Kids,
ABC,
Spoonie Gee,
the Normal,
Monks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sound Behaviour,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.