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 Jordan and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet 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 Michelle Simonal to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Fad Gadget,
Crime,
Ohio Players,
Arcadia,
Saccharine Trust,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Reagan Youth,
The Mojo Men,
New Age Steppers,
Rotary Connection,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
World's Most,
The Selecter,
Quadrant,
Tom Boy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pagans,
Wally Richardson,
Excepter,
Albert Ayler,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gabor Szabo,
Massinfluence,
Public Enemy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fluxion,
PIL,
The Fortunes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Agitation Free,
The Young Rascals,
These Immortal Souls,
Boredoms,
Jawbox,
Depeche Mode,
Amazonics,
Aloha Tigers,
The Grass Roots,
Oblivians,
Erykah Badu,
the Soft Cell,
The Dirtbombs,
Morten Harket,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Thee Headcoats,
Half Japanese,
The Residents,
Rites of Spring,
Ludus,
Monolake,
48th St. Collective,
The Evens,
Bobby Sherman,
Make Up,
Pussy Galore,
Anthony Braxton,
Peter and Kerry,
Brick,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.