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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bill Wells,
Roxette,
kango's stein massive,
Quantec,
E-Dancer,
Rufus Thomas,
The Remains,
New Order,
The Offenders,
Boredoms,
Joe Smooth,
Marmalade,
Rapeman,
Ituana,
Throbbing Gristle,
Brass Construction,
Ornette Coleman,
Visage,
Rod Modell,
Josef K,
These Immortal Souls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Monochrome Set,
Smog,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Raincoats,
Sexual Harrassment,
Silicon Teens,
Gang Gang Dance,
Faust,
The Move,
Jawbox,
Anthony Braxton,
Monks,
Todd Rundgren,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pole,
Heaven 17,
Mantronix,
Magma,
Blossom Toes,
Bluetip,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Vogues,
Magazine,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kerrie Biddell,
DJ Sneak,
Peter and Kerry,
Kayak,
Stereo Dub,
Fluxion,
Outsiders,
Goldenarms,
Procol Harum,
the Bar-Kays,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.