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 Indonesia and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Shuggie Otis 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Glenn Branca,
The Kinks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sight & Sound,
Rotary Connection,
The American Breed,
Ornette Coleman,
Barrington Levy,
Essential Logic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jeru the Damaja,
Drexciya,
Sun City Girls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nirvana,
Ultra Naté,
Pantytec,
Eric Copeland,
The Slackers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ponytail,
Negative Approach,
Spoonie Gee,
Sarah Menescal,
Ronnie Foster,
Cheater Slicks,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fugs,
Joensuu 1685,
DJ Sneak,
New York Dolls,
Lucky Dragons,
Erasure,
In Retrospect,
K-Klass,
The Golliwogs,
Gong,
Reuben Wilson,
Johnny Clarke,
Pharoah Sanders,
Radiopuhelimet,
Youth Brigade,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Supertramp,
The Offenders,
The Skatalites,
Boz Scaggs,
The New Christs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Last Poets,
Gang of Four,
The Move,
Ken Boothe,
The Standells,
Henry Cow,
ABC,
The Selecter,
10cc,
the Swans,
Cameo,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.