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 Calgary.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Steve Hackett to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Harmonia,
Byron Stingily,
The Saints,
Chris & Cosey,
Half Japanese,
Fugazi,
Eric Dolphy,
Wasted Youth,
The Happenings,
Davy DMX,
Parry Music,
The Dirtbombs,
The Gun Club,
Tim Buckley,
Lee Hazlewood,
Royal Trux,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gichy Dan,
Amazonics,
The Fortunes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Donald Byrd,
Zapp,
Second Layer,
The Fugs,
The Mummies,
Robert Görl,
Kayak,
The Beau Brummels,
Youth Brigade,
Masters at Work,
Black Moon,
Y Pants,
Vainqueur,
The Busters,
The Victims,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Evens,
Brand Nubian,
The New Christs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lightning Bolt,
Reagan Youth,
Laurel Aitken,
Clear Light,
Suburban Knight,
Deadbeat,
Man Parrish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
AZ,
Johnny Osbourne,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Pus,
Harry Pussy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Franke,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kenny Larkin,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.