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 Tuvalu and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mars to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
The Offenders,
Joe Smooth,
The Sound,
One Last Wish,
David Axelrod,
Soulsonic Force,
Bill Wells,
Warren Ellis,
Adolescents,
The Fortunes,
AZ,
Sugar Minott,
Max Romeo,
Brothers Johnson,
Yellowson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Foxx,
Scrapy,
The Electric Prunes,
The Associates,
Bauhaus,
Outsiders,
the Soft Cell,
Michelle Simonal,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Freddie Wadling,
Pagans,
The Stooges,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Germs,
Howard Jones,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fall,
Alton Ellis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Public Enemy,
Index,
Symarip,
Nick Fraelich,
Throbbing Gristle,
Minnie Riperton,
Thee Headcoats,
Pylon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Divine Comedy,
Das Ding,
FM Einheit,
Nirvana,
Carl Craig,
The Cramps,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Five Americans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Reagan Youth,
The Buckinghams,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Human League,
Porter Ricks,
Surgeon,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.