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 Taiwan and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders 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 electroclash 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
New Order,
Alphaville,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Birthday Party,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
B.T. Express,
Accadde A,
The Stooges,
Inner City,
Quadrant,
John Holt,
Public Image Ltd.,
A Certain Ratio,
Crime,
Loose Ends,
Jeru the Damaja,
Urselle,
Masters at Work,
Fad Gadget,
Slick Rick,
Eric Dolphy,
the Slits,
Tres Demented,
Rakim,
The Count Five,
Rites of Spring,
Joe Smooth,
The Motions,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Goldenarms,
The Durutti Column,
Joey Negro,
Japan,
Dave Gahan,
Kurtis Blow,
China Crisis,
Section 25,
Duran Duran,
Groovy Waters,
Thompson Twins,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Buckinghams,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Youth Brigade,
Terrestrial Tones,
Little Man,
Electric Prunes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rod Modell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fuzztones,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cal Tjader,
Scrapy,
Todd Terry,
Cameo,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.