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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from London.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
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 organ 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 Icehouse to the grunge 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maurizio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dark Day,
Young Marble Giants,
Gerry Rafferty,
Basic Channel,
Yazoo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crime,
The Offenders,
Spandau Ballet,
Lou Reed,
Judy Mowatt,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Neil Young,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Davy DMX,
The Pretty Things,
Wasted Youth,
Magma,
Subhumans,
Outsiders,
Josef K,
Nation of Ulysses,
Oneida,
Pere Ubu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gang Green,
Traffic Nightmare,
Oblivians,
Sister Nancy,
Terry Callier,
Bad Manners,
L. Decosne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Suicide,
Vladislav Delay,
Moss Icon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Stereo Dub,
Deakin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Erasure,
The Gories,
The Tremeloes,
The Wake,
The J.B.'s,
Animal Collective,
Sound Behaviour,
Skarface,
Ossler,
Niagra,
Avey Tare,
Mission of Burma,
These Immortal Souls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Surgeon,
The Fortunes,
Mo-Dettes,
Pussy Galore,
The Slits,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.