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 Japan and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 PIL to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Busters,
Icehouse,
The Doors,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roger Hodgson,
Joe Smooth,
the Bar-Kays,
Thompson Twins,
The Smoke,
Mission of Burma,
Mars,
Von Mondo,
Mary Jane Girls,
EPMD,
The Zeros,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Heaven 17,
Jeru the Damaja,
Model 500,
Bad Manners,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Neil Young,
Fugazi,
Minor Threat,
Pantytec,
Second Layer,
Simply Red,
Albert Ayler,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Arab on Radar,
Barry Ungar,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Stockholm Monsters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pantaleimon,
10cc,
Jeff Mills,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jeff Lynne,
Cal Tjader,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Five Americans,
The Associates,
Fat Boys,
Desert Stars,
Cecil Taylor,
Charles Mingus,
La Düsseldorf,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
8 Eyed Spy,
Josef K,
The Buckinghams,
The Litter,
Dawn Penn,
June Days,
Masters at Work,
X-101,
LL Cool J,
Fad Gadget,
Deepchord,
Neu!,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.