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 Croatia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Count Five to the jazz 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Inner City,
Von Mondo,
Cheater Slicks,
Clear Light,
Flash Fearless,
Boz Scaggs,
The Stooges,
Ponytail,
Organ,
Dual Sessions,
Sun City Girls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Matthew Bourne,
New Age Steppers,
Gang of Four,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pulsallama,
Jerry's Kids,
Fugazi,
Skriet,
Sister Nancy,
The Busters,
Los Fastidios,
The Saints,
Prince Buster,
Ten City,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Skarface,
Index,
Jacob Miller,
Animal Collective,
Saccharine Trust,
John Coltrane,
Black Flag,
Livin' Joy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Star Department,
Boogie Down Productions,
Basic Channel,
Ituana,
Mr. Review,
The New Christs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Suicide,
Max Romeo,
Pantaleimon,
Chrome,
The Tremeloes,
Half Japanese,
Chris & Cosey,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Human League,
Yellowson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Urselle,
Gabor Szabo,
The Move,
Gong,
Wings,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.