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 Germany and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Robert Palmer 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 Searchers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Saccharine Trust,
The Blues Magoos,
Joe Smooth,
Kerri Chandler,
Infiniti,
One Last Wish,
Shoche,
Niagra,
Severed Heads,
Main Source,
Symarip,
David Bowie,
The Misunderstood,
Josef K,
Letta Mbulu,
Ronnie Foster,
Scrapy,
8 Eyed Spy,
New Order,
These Immortal Souls,
The Index,
Public Enemy,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fortunes,
Andrew Hill,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sound Behaviour,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Mummies,
The Stooges,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
UT,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fire Engines,
X-102,
Metal Thangz,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Dirtbombs,
the Bar-Kays,
Altered Images,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sight & Sound,
Eden Ahbez,
Chris & Cosey,
Faust,
Parry Music,
CMW,
Drexciya,
Pere Ubu,
Sonic Youth,
Neu!,
Lakeside,
Mantronix,
Gang of Four,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.