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 Serbia and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 These Immortal Souls to the punk 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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Youth Brigade,
John Holt,
Kerri Chandler,
One Last Wish,
Main Source,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soft Cell,
Bad Manners,
FM Einheit,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Doobie Brothers,
Althea and Donna,
Bronski Beat,
Television Personalities,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The United States of America,
The Victims,
Brick,
The Selecter,
Drexciya,
Panda Bear,
Rotary Connection,
Whodini,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobby Womack,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fall,
Henry Cow,
Inner City,
MDC,
Girls At Our Best!,
Matthew Halsall,
Fear,
Lucky Dragons,
Cecil Taylor,
The Litter,
Dennis Brown,
Silicon Teens,
Minor Threat,
The Busters,
Kaleidoscope,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fatback Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Juan Atkins,
Rites of Spring,
The Seeds,
Absolute Body Control,
LL Cool J,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nas,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scion,
The Dirtbombs,
Harry Pussy,
Newcleus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
A Certain Ratio,
La Düsseldorf,
Rhythm & Sound,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.