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 Kyrgyzstan 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Fire Engines to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jerry's Kids,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Fania All-Stars,
T. Rex,
Junior Murvin,
The United States of America,
Funkadelic,
Leonard Cohen,
E-Dancer,
Ten City,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Underground Resistance,
AZ,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pierre Henry,
Vladislav Delay,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
ABBA,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Harmonia,
Guru Guru,
Circle Jerks,
Avey Tare,
Fugazi,
The Cramps,
MDC,
Fatback Band,
Scrapy,
Lou Christie,
Bronski Beat,
Joy Division,
Mandrill,
Electric Light Orchestra,
JFA,
Sparks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Masters at Work,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sight & Sound,
Sällskapet,
Panda Bear,
Black Flag,
Cybotron,
Sarah Menescal,
The Electric Prunes,
Bad Manners,
DNA,
Ornette Coleman,
Jimmy McGriff,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eurythmics,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Judy Mowatt,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Yazoo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pulsallama,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.