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 Dominica and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bluetip,
Skriet,
Graham Central Station,
Parry Music,
The Angels of Light,
The Gladiators,
Silicon Teens,
Eric Copeland,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
ABBA,
Ludus,
Mars,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nils Olav,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lee Hazlewood,
Robert Görl,
The Seeds,
Country Teasers,
Wire,
kango's stein massive,
The Leaves,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fugs,
Duran Duran,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Minutemen,
Youth Brigade,
Brass Construction,
Deakin,
Marine Girls,
Aloha Tigers,
Oneida,
One Last Wish,
Quando Quango,
Wolf Eyes,
Absolute Body Control,
Oblivians,
Section 25,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Erasure,
Cecil Taylor,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Panda Bear,
Tubeway Army,
Sonic Youth,
Lucky Dragons,
Sällskapet,
Fad Gadget,
Dual Sessions,
Dave Gahan,
The Offenders,
The Last Poets,
Byron Stingily,
Rosa Yemen,
The Monks,
Harpers Bizarre,
David Bowie,
John Coltrane,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.