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 Russia 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the crunk 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Brass Construction,
Ten City,
Main Source,
Scion,
Liliput,
Circle Jerks,
The Pretty Things,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Victims,
The Selecter,
Sällskapet,
The Leaves,
Grauzone,
John Holt,
Andrew Hill,
Marmalade,
Second Layer,
Motorama,
Colin Newman,
The Cowsills,
Funkadelic,
Nick Fraelich,
Dave Gahan,
Das Ding,
Black Bananas,
Jawbox,
Roger Hodgson,
Jacques Brel,
The Sound,
Quadrant,
Reagan Youth,
Judy Mowatt,
Neu!,
Ronan,
the Soft Cell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kas Product,
Rufus Thomas,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Sonics,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Terrestrial Tones,
Los Fastidios,
Gang Starr,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Normal,
Goldenarms,
Yusef Lateef,
Piero Umiliani,
48th St. Collective,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Oneida,
Junior Murvin,
The Remains,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Aswad,
Faraquet,
Deakin,
Rosa Yemen,
Simply Red,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.