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 Nauru and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
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 linndrum 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Aural Exciters,
the Normal,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Mojo Men,
Junior Murvin,
Cecil Taylor,
Barrington Levy,
Bill Wells,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Index,
Rufus Thomas,
Wings,
David Bowie,
Cluster,
the Germs,
Loose Ends,
Altered Images,
Bronski Beat,
Crispian St. Peters,
Johnny Clarke,
Theoretical Girls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nik Kershaw,
The Kinks,
Amon Düül,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pierre Henry,
Das Ding,
The Fire Engines,
Main Source,
Sarah Menescal,
David Axelrod,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fortunes,
World's Most,
Essential Logic,
Basic Channel,
Yaz,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lower 48,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joensuu 1685,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rites of Spring,
The Motions,
Urselle,
The American Breed,
Gang Green,
Bobby Womack,
La Düsseldorf,
Tim Buckley,
Technova,
The Remains,
Sister Nancy,
Tears for Fears,
Chrome,
Camberwell Now,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.