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 Gambia and from Toronto.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 cv313 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Al Stewart,
The Standells,
The Golliwogs,
Danielle Patucci,
Cybotron,
Basic Channel,
Wings,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sarah Menescal,
David Axelrod,
Thee Headcoats,
Eden Ahbez,
Oblivians,
Qualms,
Arcadia,
Ten City,
Pagans,
Cheater Slicks,
Little Man,
Audionom,
Model 500,
Kayak,
Fatback Band,
The Evens,
Ossler,
Lucky Dragons,
Parry Music,
World's Most,
Delta 5,
Mandrill,
CMW,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Radiohead,
Peter & Gordon,
Blake Baxter,
Maurizio,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Bananas,
Absolute Body Control,
Jacob Miller,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Neil Young,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Sound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Vainqueur,
Camouflage,
Soulsonic Force,
The Blackbyrds,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
New Age Steppers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lyres,
Stockholm Monsters,
Darondo,
Kaleidoscope,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.