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 Taiwan and from Hong Kong.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Michael McDonald 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 rock 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents 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?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Josef K,
Ponytail,
The Wake,
Ohio Players,
Thompson Twins,
Altered Images,
Eli Mardock,
Amazonics,
Al Stewart,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Loose Ends,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Sonics,
The Associates,
Young Marble Giants,
The Gun Club,
Agitation Free,
Joe Finger,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Visage,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Dead C,
Ken Boothe,
Interpol,
The Techniques,
Fat Boys,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Seeds,
The Offenders,
Barrington Levy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Count Five,
Minny Pops,
Cheater Slicks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hashim,
Don Cherry,
Alison Limerick,
The Divine Comedy,
Groovy Waters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lyres,
Sarah Menescal,
Max Romeo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fall,
Minutemen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Music Machine,
Index,
Todd Rundgren,
Rotary Connection,
Neil Young,
Pantytec,
L. Decosne,
David Bowie,
Sound Behaviour,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fluxion,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.