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 Guyana and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
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 spring reverb 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 Detroit Cobras to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Techniques,
48th St. Collective,
The Offenders,
Joe Finger,
Negative Approach,
Chris & Cosey,
Average White Band,
Magazine,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Flag,
Johnny Osbourne,
Motorama,
Dennis Brown,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Electric Prunes,
Eve St. Jones,
Scrapy,
The Searchers,
Fear,
Japan,
Erykah Badu,
Nik Kershaw,
Royal Trux,
Toni Rubio,
Neil Young,
John Cale,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Saints,
Reagan Youth,
The Black Dice,
Pere Ubu,
Erasure,
Robert Wyatt,
The Buckinghams,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Invisible,
Young Marble Giants,
Lucky Dragons,
PIL,
The Sound,
Wasted Youth,
The Evens,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Velvet Underground,
Janne Schatter,
Marvin Gaye,
Banda Bassotti,
Swell Maps,
The Young Rascals,
Severed Heads,
Stiv Bators,
Glambeats Corp.,
Peter & Gordon,
Silicon Teens,
The Walker Brothers,
The American Breed,
Tim Buckley,
Oneida,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.