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 Samoa and from London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pere Ubu to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
The Sound,
The Trojans,
Television Personalities,
Lower 48,
Nation of Ulysses,
Swell Maps,
The Martian,
The Beau Brummels,
Fad Gadget,
Deadbeat,
ABBA,
Godley & Creme,
Stockholm Monsters,
Byron Stingily,
Matthew Bourne,
Alison Limerick,
Cymande,
Sällskapet,
Royal Trux,
Saccharine Trust,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sandy B,
Chris Corsano,
Pantytec,
Con Funk Shun,
Monks,
The Walker Brothers,
Country Teasers,
Mars,
The Gap Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Bar-Kays,
The Techniques,
Brass Construction,
John Holt,
Nico,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Standells,
Unwound,
Flipper,
Peter and Kerry,
Sex Pistols,
The Misunderstood,
Juan Atkins,
Neu!,
X-101,
Organ,
New York Dolls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Moebius,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
AZ,
Scrapy,
Camouflage,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wally Richardson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Davy DMX,
Kaleidoscope,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.