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 Turkey and from Bremen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
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 synthesizer 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 Black Pus to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Lyres,
Pet Shop Boys,
Robert Wyatt,
Newcleus,
The Fall,
Scan 7,
Desert Stars,
Mary Jane Girls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fatback Band,
Babytalk,
Ponytail,
The Electric Prunes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Todd Terry,
David Bowie,
Marmalade,
Bush Tetras,
Fluxion,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Flesh Eaters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Warsaw,
The Standells,
Alphaville,
Matthew Bourne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fire Engines,
Lungfish,
Cheater Slicks,
K-Klass,
Connie Case,
The Selecter,
Metal Thangz,
Niagra,
Symarip,
Sight & Sound,
The Black Dice,
The Cure,
Harmonia,
Swell Maps,
The Zeros,
Sun City Girls,
The Star Department,
Arthur Verocai,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Section 25,
The Gories,
Barrington Levy,
Alison Limerick,
The Sonics,
It's A Beautiful Day,
World's Most,
Massinfluence,
The Smiths,
Groovy Waters,
The Misunderstood,
Little Man,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.