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 Morocco and from Halifax.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar 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 Kevin Saunderson to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Slits,
Bush Tetras,
Marvin Gaye,
Dave Gahan,
Michelle Simonal,
Gastr Del Sol,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sarah Menescal,
48th St. Collective,
Hasil Adkins,
Soft Machine,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bob Dylan,
Ultra Naté,
Porter Ricks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Aaron Thompson,
Johnny Clarke,
Leonard Cohen,
Juan Atkins,
T.S.O.L.,
Lou Christie,
Essential Logic,
Qualms,
James White and The Blacks,
Schoolly D,
The Martian,
Royal Trux,
Tomorrow,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Susan Cadogan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Holt,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Stooges,
The Shadows of Knight,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nils Olav,
Cameo,
Ituana,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rites of Spring,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scratch Acid,
Banda Bassotti,
Crime,
Godley & Creme,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Germs,
Rosa Yemen,
Masters at Work,
Soul Sonic Force,
Basic Channel,
Chris Corsano,
Spoonie Gee,
DJ Style,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.