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 Sri Lanka and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro 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 Dual Sessions to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Black Dice,
Pantaleimon,
Godley & Creme,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bauhaus,
The Tremeloes,
Isaac Hayes,
Stiv Bators,
The Fire Engines,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mark Hollis,
Pagans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Buckinghams,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jerry's Kids,
Avey Tare,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fugazi,
Drive Like Jehu,
Can,
James White and The Blacks,
Camberwell Now,
Subhumans,
U.S. Maple,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rod Modell,
Black Pus,
Sonic Youth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Minor Threat,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Modern Lovers,
Tubeway Army,
The Victims,
The Doobie Brothers,
Donny Hathaway,
Erykah Badu,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bad Manners,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mo-Dettes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Monochrome Set,
Faust,
Throbbing Gristle,
Henry Cow,
Suburban Knight,
The Moleskins,
Sound Behaviour,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hasil Adkins,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.