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 Madagascar and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin 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 disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Reagan Youth,
The Misunderstood,
Moby Grape,
Nils Olav,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Aloha Tigers,
Warsaw,
The Raincoats,
Robert Görl,
Robert Wyatt,
Underground Resistance,
LL Cool J,
T.S.O.L.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pantytec,
H. Thieme,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Angry Samoans,
The Count Five,
The Knickerbockers,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Index,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dave Gahan,
The Busters,
Junior Murvin,
Quando Quango,
X-102,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Invisible,
Lower 48,
Mr. Review,
Kaleidoscope,
Fela Kuti,
Guru Guru,
Gregory Isaacs,
Section 25,
Brick,
Kurtis Blow,
the Germs,
Sister Nancy,
Marine Girls,
Spoonie Gee,
Eddi Front,
Trumans Water,
the Soft Cell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Althea and Donna,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobby Byrd,
the Swans,
Supertramp,
The Offenders,
The Grass Roots,
Isaac Hayes,
The Smoke,
Depeche Mode,
Sonic Youth,
The Selecter,
The Toasters,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.