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 Ukraine and from Edmonton.
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 Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin 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 X-Ray Spex to the electroclash 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Gabor Szabo,
Rapeman,
The Divine Comedy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marvin Gaye,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jawbox,
Moby Grape,
Unrelated Segments,
Agitation Free,
Derrick Morgan,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Foxx,
Rufus Thomas,
L. Decosne,
The Skatalites,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Basic Channel,
Big Daddy Kane,
Spandau Ballet,
World's Most,
Bang On A Can,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Searchers,
Soul II Soul,
The American Breed,
The Dave Clark Five,
LL Cool J,
Bauhaus,
Nirvana,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Bar-Kays,
Mr. Review,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Johnny Clarke,
Scratch Acid,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wolf Eyes,
Eli Mardock,
Jeff Mills,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Offenders,
Tim Buckley,
The Monks,
Buzzcocks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Donny Hathaway,
Archie Shepp,
KRS-One,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nils Olav,
The Neon Judgement,
Graham Central Station,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wasted Youth,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.