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 Malawi and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Donald Fagen 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soft Cell,
Marcia Griffiths,
Colin Newman,
Mr. Review,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Barracudas,
Minny Pops,
Main Source,
Public Enemy,
Technova,
Procol Harum,
The Stooges,
cv313,
Pussy Galore,
Jandek,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kerri Chandler,
Skarface,
Dead Boys,
The Seeds,
Crispy Ambulance,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Knickerbockers,
The Remains,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Walker Brothers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Wire,
Intrusion,
Kas Product,
Amazonics,
The Fire Engines,
The Cramps,
the Sonics,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rosa Yemen,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Icehouse,
Isaac Hayes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Organ,
Peter and Kerry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Excepter,
The Cowsills,
Alton Ellis,
Blancmange,
Anthony Braxton,
The Standells,
Glambeats Corp.,
AZ,
Hardrive,
James White and The Blacks,
L. Decosne,
The Dirtbombs,
Siglo XX,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.