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 Azerbaijan and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lakeside to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Silicon Teens,
Agitation Free,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Supertramp,
The Human League,
Soft Cell,
Franke,
Jawbox,
Faust,
kango's stein massive,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eve St. Jones,
Boredoms,
Bizarre Inc.,
Groovy Waters,
MDC,
The Trojans,
Bobby Sherman,
Q and Not U,
the Normal,
Tommy Roe,
Funky Four + One,
Darondo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Stetsasonic,
EPMD,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Masters at Work,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Funkadelic,
Anthony Braxton,
Glenn Branca,
Monks,
Los Fastidios,
The Evens,
Marmalade,
Howard Jones,
Arthur Verocai,
48th St. Collective,
Barclay James Harvest,
Yazoo,
Bluetip,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sixth Finger,
T.S.O.L.,
John Foxx,
Inner City,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pole,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
DJ Style,
Spoonie Gee,
Sun City Girls,
Todd Rundgren,
Young Marble Giants,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Blancmange,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eddi Front,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.