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 Korea North and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sugar Minott to the jazz 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Peter & Gordon,
Robert Hood,
Skarface,
Banda Bassotti,
Freddie Wadling,
Jacob Miller,
the Germs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jerry's Kids,
Khruangbin,
Tubeway Army,
Ituana,
Amazonics,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobby Womack,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pole,
Nick Fraelich,
Joensuu 1685,
Byron Stingily,
Reuben Wilson,
Gong,
PIL,
Mo-Dettes,
Magazine,
Dark Day,
Alton Ellis,
The Fortunes,
Archie Shepp,
The Fuzztones,
Susan Cadogan,
Deepchord,
Harmonia,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Blues Magoos,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Kinks,
Rites of Spring,
The United States of America,
Wire,
Sight & Sound,
Al Stewart,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mandrill,
Mary Jane Girls,
Easy Going,
Kevin Saunderson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Johnny Clarke,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Offenders,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jeff Lynne,
Duran Duran,
Make Up,
Robert Wyatt,
The Dead C,
Todd Rundgren,
10cc,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.