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 Marshall Islands and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Boz Scaggs to the techno 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Rapeman,
The Mummies,
The Fugs,
Gichy Dan,
Metal Thangz,
Toni Rubio,
Mandrill,
Make Up,
Jimmy McGriff,
Warsaw,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Toasters,
the Germs,
Lindisfarne,
Ten City,
Don Cherry,
Bush Tetras,
Mark Hollis,
Sun Ra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rotary Connection,
Swans,
Terry Callier,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Second Layer,
Darondo,
Patti Smith,
The Raincoats,
The Index,
Connie Case,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Chrome,
Marc Almond,
Jeff Lynne,
Letta Mbulu,
The Last Poets,
Spoonie Gee,
Zero Boys,
Buzzcocks,
Carl Craig,
Bobby Sherman,
Al Stewart,
Kerrie Biddell,
Big Daddy Kane,
Livin' Joy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Barbara Tucker,
Dennis Brown,
Skaos,
Tears for Fears,
Sällskapet,
The Angels of Light,
Piero Umiliani,
Dark Day,
the Swans,
Barry Ungar,
Black Pus,
John Lydon,
Nirvana,
John Foxx,
Nils Olav,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.