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 San Marino and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum 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 Johnny Osbourne to the disco 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Faust,
Jeff Lynne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Derrick Morgan,
Althea and Donna,
The Move,
Lyres,
Peter and Kerry,
EPMD,
The Moleskins,
The Count Five,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gerry Rafferty,
DJ Sneak,
Rapeman,
Thee Headcoats,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Durutti Column,
Public Enemy,
Crash Course in Science,
The Searchers,
The Smiths,
Alphaville,
Brand Nubian,
Slick Rick,
Tropical Tobacco,
Neu!,
Neil Young,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Au Pairs,
Aswad,
Magma,
New Order,
Angry Samoans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sex Pistols,
Television Personalities,
Jawbox,
Infiniti,
Blake Baxter,
The Gladiators,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
E-Dancer,
Franke,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
David Bowie,
Shoche,
Piero Umiliani,
48th St. Collective,
Marc Almond,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mo-Dettes,
John Coltrane,
Sun Ra,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.