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 Nicaragua and from Columbus.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
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 harpsichord 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the crunk 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Moebius,
Steve Hackett,
Minnie Riperton,
Soft Machine,
Scientists,
The Slits,
Glenn Branca,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joe Smooth,
Pylon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lower 48,
Sonny Sharrock,
Swans,
Simply Red,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rosa Yemen,
Franke,
Newcleus,
Camouflage,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marvin Gaye,
The Martian,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cowsills,
Pharoah Sanders,
FM Einheit,
Oneida,
This Heat,
Man Eating Sloth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Grauzone,
Niagra,
Scion,
The Sound,
The Angels of Light,
Slave,
The Star Department,
Bauhaus,
Joensuu 1685,
Heaven 17,
Ten City,
Tomorrow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Susan Cadogan,
Yaz,
Aural Exciters,
Al Stewart,
the Sonics,
Arthur Verocai,
Patti Smith,
Funky Four + One,
Chris Corsano,
Amon Düül,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Agitation Free,
the Bar-Kays,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.