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 Suriname and from Lyon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Flamin' Groovies to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Niagra,
Skarface,
Section 25,
Skaos,
Jandek,
The Residents,
Soulsonic Force,
Fela Kuti,
Fugazi,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cecil Taylor,
Mo-Dettes,
Fear,
John Coltrane,
The Red Krayola,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Michelle Simonal,
James White and The Blacks,
10cc,
Main Source,
Gichy Dan,
Q65,
Essential Logic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dead Boys,
The Gories,
Eden Ahbez,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Young Rascals,
The Walker Brothers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Mummies,
Eli Mardock,
Lyres,
the Swans,
Lou Christie,
UT,
Buzzcocks,
Avey Tare,
Barry Ungar,
Pet Shop Boys,
Traffic Nightmare,
Japan,
KRS-One,
The Buckinghams,
Harmonia,
Chrome,
Vainqueur,
Darondo,
The Fire Engines,
The Slackers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tears for Fears,
Sound Behaviour,
Ultravox,
Mad Mike,
Fat Boys,
Banda Bassotti,
Hoover,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ohio Players,
Ponytail,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.