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 Finland and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Angry Samoans,
Kerri Chandler,
Yazoo,
Mad Mike,
David Bowie,
Dual Sessions,
Easy Going,
Eric Copeland,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Grandmaster Flash,
Oblivians,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mr. Review,
The Blackbyrds,
Eurythmics,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Organ,
Bill Wells,
B.T. Express,
Masters at Work,
Roger Hodgson,
Sonic Youth,
Donny Hathaway,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Zeros,
Monolake,
Danielle Patucci,
The Invisible,
Laurel Aitken,
Make Up,
The Selecter,
Adolescents,
Essential Logic,
Mars,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Animal Collective,
The Names,
Henry Cow,
Inner City,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Holt,
Blancmange,
The Electric Prunes,
Boredoms,
Trumans Water,
Soulsonic Force,
Buzzcocks,
Peter & Gordon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Spoonie Gee,
Surgeon,
Eddi Front,
The Neon Judgement,
X-101,
L. Decosne,
Kaleidoscope,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.