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 Nauru and from Lille.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Buzzcocks 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pagans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
The Gun Club,
Erasure,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Drexciya,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The New Christs,
Adolescents,
Boredoms,
The Offenders,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Harmonia,
Harpers Bizarre,
Zero Boys,
Freddie Wadling,
the Sonics,
Erykah Badu,
Zapp,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Stiv Bators,
Hasil Adkins,
Index,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Lydon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Q and Not U,
Von Mondo,
Harry Pussy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Smiths,
The Pretty Things,
Brand Nubian,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soul II Soul,
Pulsallama,
Nils Olav,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lebanon Hanover,
Outsiders,
Negative Approach,
Radio Birdman,
Matthew Halsall,
Unrelated Segments,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Massinfluence,
The Fuzztones,
Scan 7,
The Divine Comedy,
New York Dolls,
Camouflage,
The Misunderstood,
Bad Manners,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Smog,
Simply Red,
Nico,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sandy B,
Rekid,
Vainqueur,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.