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 Uruguay and from Spokane.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
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 Holger Czukay 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 Rhythm & Sound to the electroclash 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
John Cale,
Shoche,
Scrapy,
Mary Jane Girls,
cv313,
Althea and Donna,
Symarip,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Panda Bear,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Slits,
Warsaw,
Suicide,
Charles Mingus,
Hoover,
Magma,
John Holt,
Eric Copeland,
Ken Boothe,
Minutemen,
Harpers Bizarre,
F. McDonald,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scratch Acid,
Technova,
The Five Americans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fat Boys,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Altered Images,
Harmonia,
Organ,
Gang Green,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Amon Düül II,
Howard Jones,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Infiniti,
Au Pairs,
Pylon,
James White and The Blacks,
Yazoo,
Ohio Players,
Aaron Thompson,
Alphaville,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
R.M.O.,
The Fortunes,
Fugazi,
Steve Hackett,
Funkadelic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Faraquet,
Liliput,
ABBA,
Deakin,
Jawbox,
Sugar Minott,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.