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 Liechtenstein and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Scientists to the dance 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
This Heat,
Youth Brigade,
Radio Birdman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Slits,
The Star Department,
Sonic Youth,
Supertramp,
Popol Vuh,
The Knickerbockers,
The Mojo Men,
Ten City,
Anthony Braxton,
Robert Wyatt,
Guru Guru,
Negative Approach,
Trumans Water,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ornette Coleman,
Barrington Levy,
The Count Five,
The Pop Group,
Crime,
New Order,
Stetsasonic,
The Alarm Clocks,
Skarface,
Joensuu 1685,
Suicide,
Mission of Burma,
Jacob Miller,
Amon Düül II,
Average White Band,
Al Stewart,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fear,
These Immortal Souls,
Peter and Kerry,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gabor Szabo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Moss Icon,
The Beau Brummels,
Wire,
The Cramps,
Maleditus Sound,
Mars,
Arthur Verocai,
Ossler,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Suburban Knight,
The Fortunes,
Sun Ra,
Camberwell Now,
The Birthday Party,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Niagra,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.