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 Afghanistan and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Divine Comedy to the grunge 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Henry Cow,
Jesper Dahlback,
Malaria!,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
U.S. Maple,
Make Up,
Saccharine Trust,
Wolf Eyes,
Technova,
Man Parrish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Electric Prunes,
Eric Copeland,
Neil Young,
Traffic Nightmare,
Radio Birdman,
Sam Rivers,
Gang Green,
Adolescents,
The Associates,
Reagan Youth,
The Standells,
Ornette Coleman,
Leonard Cohen,
Lebanon Hanover,
Panda Bear,
La Düsseldorf,
Das Ding,
Thee Headcoats,
Eric Dolphy,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobby Byrd,
PIL,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Angry Samoans,
Bill Near,
The Flesh Eaters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Moody Blues,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Blake Baxter,
Robert Wyatt,
Lou Reed,
Joe Smooth,
Popol Vuh,
Prince Buster,
Thompson Twins,
Nas,
Echospace,
D'Angelo,
Barry Ungar,
The Kinks,
Cecil Taylor,
The Black Dice,
Aaron Thompson,
Supertramp,
Rites of Spring,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.