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 Nigeria and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Soft Cell 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Aaron Thompson,
Newcleus,
Roger Hodgson,
Subhumans,
Loose Ends,
Schoolly D,
Faust,
The Five Americans,
Eden Ahbez,
Rekid,
Lyres,
Avey Tare,
Rites of Spring,
Harpers Bizarre,
Talk Talk,
Lalann,
Quadrant,
Von Mondo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Icehouse,
Letta Mbulu,
The American Breed,
Sällskapet,
JFA,
Charles Mingus,
Skaos,
Tommy Roe,
World's Most,
Fat Boys,
The Busters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jandek,
Pagans,
Anakelly,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Blues Magoos,
Sound Behaviour,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Barbara Tucker,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Amazonics,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Gories,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Deepchord,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ultra Naté,
Roxy Music,
Crime,
Lindisfarne,
Ronnie Foster,
The Wake,
Gabor Szabo,
Erykah Badu,
Lakeside,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Yusef Lateef,
Oneida,
Joensuu 1685,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.