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 Madagascar and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum 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 Scratch Acid to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Harpers Bizarre,
Spoonie Gee,
Accadde A,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Quantec,
Agitation Free,
the Soft Cell,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soulsonic Force,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bad Manners,
Derrick Morgan,
Glenn Branca,
OOIOO,
Sight & Sound,
Laurel Aitken,
Jawbox,
Eve St. Jones,
Quadrant,
Nico,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Barry Ungar,
a-ha,
Y Pants,
Kenny Larkin,
Easy Going,
Gichy Dan,
Cecil Taylor,
Delta 5,
Scientists,
Jacob Miller,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bluetip,
Donald Byrd,
Moebius,
Gabor Szabo,
The Happenings,
Pussy Galore,
the Fania All-Stars,
June of 44,
Colin Newman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cluster,
Outsiders,
The Remains,
Blake Baxter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Oneida,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Youth Brigade,
EPMD,
Marc Almond,
Brass Construction,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Pus,
Surgeon,
Television,
The Doors,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.