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 Fiji and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Marc Almond to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Radiohead,
Unrelated Segments,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Audionom,
Barbara Tucker,
Guru Guru,
Second Layer,
Gabor Szabo,
Eddi Front,
Barrington Levy,
Tom Boy,
Moss Icon,
Rapeman,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Piero Umiliani,
Mission of Burma,
Matthew Bourne,
Jacques Brel,
Prince Buster,
Stiv Bators,
Parry Music,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Moebius,
The Sonics,
Franke,
X-101,
Jacob Miller,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Lydon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ituana,
Josef K,
Vainqueur,
June Days,
Ohio Players,
Los Fastidios,
Animal Collective,
Crime,
Alton Ellis,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Sheep,
D'Angelo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Association,
Half Japanese,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Morten Harket,
FM Einheit,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eurythmics,
Neil Young,
The Victims,
The Mummies,
Masters at Work,
Lungfish,
Chrome,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scan 7,
Max Romeo,
The Divine Comedy,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.