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 Gambia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Alice Coltrane to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Trojans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Seeds,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Laurel Aitken,
E-Dancer,
Interpol,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Surgeon,
Pole,
David Bowie,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Pus,
Quadrant,
Max Romeo,
Bill Near,
Hoover,
Ronnie Foster,
Country Teasers,
John Holt,
The Slackers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fear,
Whodini,
kango's stein massive,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cameo,
Josef K,
Isaac Hayes,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Circle Jerks,
Zapp,
Icehouse,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Flash Fearless,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gabor Szabo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ornette Coleman,
Fat Boys,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobby Womack,
Arthur Verocai,
Joensuu 1685,
Deadbeat,
Talk Talk,
Brass Construction,
The Buckinghams,
Joe Finger,
Graham Central Station,
June Days,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.