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 France and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 X-Ray Spex to the electroclash 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Dark Day,
The Techniques,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Evens,
Howard Jones,
Pantaleimon,
Todd Rundgren,
Spoonie Gee,
Angry Samoans,
Agent Orange,
The Names,
Newcleus,
Pet Shop Boys,
Depeche Mode,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marine Girls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Motions,
Tears for Fears,
The Associates,
The Move,
cv313,
Ten City,
Easy Going,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Chris Corsano,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Masters at Work,
Roy Ayers,
Donny Hathaway,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lakeside,
Jesper Dahlback,
Metal Thangz,
The Walker Brothers,
Surgeon,
Porter Ricks,
The Black Dice,
Maleditus Sound,
Lyres,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crooked Eye,
Y Pants,
Technova,
The Beau Brummels,
Eden Ahbez,
Oblivians,
Loose Ends,
Hot Snakes,
Mr. Review,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joe Smooth,
Josef K,
Sparks,
Blancmange,
Rapeman,
E-Dancer,
Delta 5,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.