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 Monaco and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
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 linndrum 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 Maleditus Sound to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Moon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ohio Players,
Kurtis Blow,
Joe Smooth,
Darondo,
Qualms,
Pussy Galore,
The Fall,
Spandau Ballet,
Q65,
Kool Moe Dee,
Janne Schatter,
Moebius,
Marcia Griffiths,
Easy Going,
Crash Course in Science,
Bill Wells,
The Pop Group,
China Crisis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobby Sherman,
The Trojans,
the Sonics,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Music Machine,
Johnny Clarke,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Electric Prunes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Yazoo,
Spoonie Gee,
Fatback Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Evens,
Cameo,
Los Fastidios,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Audionom,
Con Funk Shun,
Charles Mingus,
The Alarm Clocks,
Little Man,
Tim Buckley,
Symarip,
The Dead C,
Laurel Aitken,
Blancmange,
Kayak,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Martian,
Fugazi,
Soulsonic Force,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.