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 Denmark and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 techno 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wings,
Chris & Cosey,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Reagan Youth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wolf Eyes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ultra Naté,
Wire,
Curtis Mayfield,
June Days,
Aloha Tigers,
Simply Red,
Los Fastidios,
Faraquet,
Excepter,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Alton Ellis,
Vainqueur,
Country Teasers,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fire Engines,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ken Boothe,
Dual Sessions,
Smog,
Idris Muhammad,
Pulsallama,
The Walker Brothers,
Vladislav Delay,
The Searchers,
The Fugs,
Swans,
Black Sheep,
John Holt,
JFA,
Grey Daturas,
Albert Ayler,
Jerry's Kids,
MC5,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Yaz,
Slave,
Khruangbin,
Todd Rundgren,
The Dave Clark Five,
Susan Cadogan,
The Raincoats,
Scientists,
Depeche Mode,
Whodini,
Accadde A,
Thee Headcoats,
OOIOO,
The Cure,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.