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 Djibouti 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes 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 Severed Heads to the electroclash 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
June Days,
Marine Girls,
Crime,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobby Womack,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Black Dice,
Public Enemy,
Isaac Hayes,
Jandek,
The Electric Prunes,
Sarah Menescal,
The Moleskins,
Steve Hackett,
the Association,
Black Sheep,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Circle Jerks,
The Dirtbombs,
Main Source,
Can,
The Angels of Light,
Pierre Henry,
The Fortunes,
Erykah Badu,
Echospace,
Terry Callier,
Drexciya,
Ornette Coleman,
The Techniques,
Hot Snakes,
The Toasters,
The Standells,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Leonard Cohen,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Litter,
a-ha,
Jesper Dahlback,
OOIOO,
The Offenders,
Pagans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Cure,
Aswad,
DJ Sneak,
Masters at Work,
Nils Olav,
Dark Day,
R.M.O.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Doors,
Ralphi Rosario,
Spandau Ballet,
Reuben Wilson,
Harry Pussy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Yaz,
the Normal,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.