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 Monaco and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet 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 Doobie Brothers to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Michelle Simonal,
DNA,
Moby Grape,
JFA,
The Invisible,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Blancmange,
MDC,
Icehouse,
Zero Boys,
Donald Byrd,
Gang of Four,
John Coltrane,
The Dave Clark Five,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fall,
The Angels of Light,
the Human League,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Severed Heads,
Pagans,
David Bowie,
Sex Pistols,
The Last Poets,
Minny Pops,
Bauhaus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Soft Cell,
Lucky Dragons,
Funkadelic,
Pylon,
the Association,
Toni Rubio,
Half Japanese,
Cal Tjader,
Skriet,
Goldenarms,
Ronan,
The Smoke,
Fugazi,
Pantaleimon,
Tommy Roe,
The Sonics,
Joey Negro,
Roxette,
Kenny Larkin,
Radiopuhelimet,
Chrome,
Porter Ricks,
Junior Murvin,
Avey Tare,
UT,
Soft Machine,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Angry Samoans,
Television Personalities,
Boredoms,
Bang On A Can,
Cecil Taylor,
Tropical Tobacco,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.