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 Bulgaria and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Archie Shepp,
The Leaves,
Derrick May,
The Tremeloes,
Tubeway Army,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Whodini,
Thee Headcoats,
The Busters,
Neu!,
Angry Samoans,
Lower 48,
The Divine Comedy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Infiniti,
Groovy Waters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
June of 44,
The Toasters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Dead C,
John Holt,
Pussy Galore,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Throbbing Gristle,
Liliput,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
MC5,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Index,
Arcadia,
The Young Rascals,
Peter and Kerry,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Sheep,
Eve St. Jones,
Suburban Knight,
The Electric Prunes,
Eric Copeland,
Shuggie Otis,
Fela Kuti,
The Offenders,
Flipper,
Khruangbin,
Maurizio,
The Remains,
Marine Girls,
Schoolly D,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Barracudas,
John Foxx,
the Association,
Barclay James Harvest,
Surgeon,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Raincoats,
Sonic Youth,
R.M.O.,
Clear Light,
Crooked Eye,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.