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 Equatorial Guinea and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Skaos to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Aaron Thompson,
Lightning Bolt,
Bluetip,
Black Bananas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Yellowson,
Camberwell Now,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Deakin,
Anakelly,
Ossler,
Bobby Byrd,
Shoche,
Sam Rivers,
Vainqueur,
Arcadia,
Albert Ayler,
Boz Scaggs,
The Star Department,
Sex Pistols,
The Cramps,
Dead Boys,
Charles Mingus,
Crispy Ambulance,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cecil Taylor,
D'Angelo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eric Dolphy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Derrick Morgan,
Echospace,
The Divine Comedy,
Morten Harket,
Kerri Chandler,
Davy DMX,
Skriet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joe Smooth,
Television,
AZ,
The Cure,
Icehouse,
FM Einheit,
Main Source,
The Fall,
Little Man,
Donny Hathaway,
James White and The Blacks,
the Germs,
Faust,
Bob Dylan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roger Hodgson,
Essential Logic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roxy Music,
Subhumans,
The Monks,
Black Moon,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.