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 Turkmenistan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Sight & Sound,
Quando Quango,
FM Einheit,
The Star Department,
Glenn Branca,
Eden Ahbez,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eurythmics,
The Wake,
The Motions,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Janne Schatter,
The Real Kids,
Groovy Waters,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Smiths,
Deakin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fluxion,
Section 25,
the Bar-Kays,
Arcadia,
Tomorrow,
Minor Threat,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sex Pistols,
Joy Division,
The Residents,
The Searchers,
Dave Gahan,
Cheater Slicks,
Dark Day,
Rosa Yemen,
The Gories,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ultravox,
Agitation Free,
Bob Dylan,
The Raincoats,
Brick,
Black Flag,
Warren Ellis,
These Immortal Souls,
Sixth Finger,
Electric Prunes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
ABC,
Eddi Front,
Outsiders,
Guru Guru,
Ronan,
The Gap Band,
Ice-T,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wolf Eyes,
F. McDonald,
The Red Krayola,
Yusef Lateef,
The Human League,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.