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 Antigua and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Kool Moe Dee,
Infiniti,
Sun Ra,
Bootsy Collins,
Pussy Galore,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The American Breed,
LL Cool J,
The Slackers,
James White and The Blacks,
Cluster,
Barry Ungar,
Nik Kershaw,
The Five Americans,
Crooked Eye,
Hoover,
Tears for Fears,
Camouflage,
The Monochrome Set,
Pulsallama,
Q65,
MDC,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Trojans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bob Dylan,
Duran Duran,
Mark Hollis,
Porter Ricks,
Byron Stingily,
Jacques Brel,
The Buckinghams,
Curtis Mayfield,
Zapp,
The Standells,
Shuggie Otis,
X-Ray Spex,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cecil Taylor,
ABC,
Youth Brigade,
China Crisis,
Supertramp,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gang of Four,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nation of Ulysses,
Aaron Thompson,
Reagan Youth,
The Evens,
Sällskapet,
The Wake,
Index,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mission of Burma,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Circle Jerks,
Brothers Johnson,
Joyce Sims,
Roy Ayers,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.