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 Tonga and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
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 sitar 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 Pussy Galore to the funk 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Audionom,
Los Fastidios,
Godley & Creme,
The Tremeloes,
The Fall,
The Buckinghams,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eden Ahbez,
Flipper,
Gang Green,
K-Klass,
Lungfish,
F. McDonald,
Motorama,
The Human League,
EPMD,
Thompson Twins,
Talk Talk,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fugs,
The Blackbyrds,
Joy Division,
Ponytail,
Von Mondo,
The Raincoats,
the Association,
Cluster,
Cecil Taylor,
Magma,
Smog,
Neil Young,
Crooked Eye,
Rufus Thomas,
Eve St. Jones,
Make Up,
Japan,
China Crisis,
Cal Tjader,
R.M.O.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Half Japanese,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Seeds,
Duran Duran,
The Dead C,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lindisfarne,
Scan 7,
Excepter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
World's Most,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ossler,
Kas Product,
Royal Trux,
Chris & Cosey,
Scott Walker,
Ultimate Spinach,
Warsaw,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.