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 Oman and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
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 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 Underground Resistance to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Bootsy Collins,
Robert Wyatt,
Dark Day,
Be Bop Deluxe,
cv313,
Panda Bear,
Bobby Byrd,
Wally Richardson,
The Grass Roots,
Cluster,
10cc,
The Gladiators,
Urselle,
the Human League,
Idris Muhammad,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kayak,
Ludus,
The Angels of Light,
Bauhaus,
Camouflage,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Deakin,
China Crisis,
the Slits,
The Stooges,
Section 25,
Harpers Bizarre,
Funkadelic,
The Toasters,
Barry Ungar,
Ossler,
Stiv Bators,
Maleditus Sound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Durutti Column,
Massinfluence,
Das Ding,
Ohio Players,
Second Layer,
Joyce Sims,
Arcadia,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fall,
Accadde A,
Althea and Donna,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Livin' Joy,
Popol Vuh,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Mojo Men,
Von Mondo,
Cecil Taylor,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
B.T. Express,
Lightning Bolt,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.