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 Jordan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Vladislav Delay to the techno 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Bobby Womack,
Big Daddy Kane,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rakim,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pulsallama,
Warren Ellis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pussy Galore,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Minor Threat,
Black Sheep,
The New Christs,
Make Up,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jawbox,
Bill Wells,
Marmalade,
Tropical Tobacco,
Faust,
Pantaleimon,
Angry Samoans,
Malaria!,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lyres,
E-Dancer,
The Wake,
Das Ding,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Liliput,
The Divine Comedy,
Sandy B,
Funkadelic,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lou Reed,
Crooked Eye,
Soft Cell,
the Soft Cell,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joe Smooth,
Fela Kuti,
Livin' Joy,
Gichy Dan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Happenings,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
James White and The Blacks,
a-ha,
Crime,
Fat Boys,
The Victims,
John Cale,
Sex Pistols,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Count Five,
Maleditus Sound,
The Evens,
Massinfluence,
China Crisis,
Leonard Cohen,
Cameo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.