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 Malaysia and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
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 organ 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 Pantaleimon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bob Dylan,
Prince Buster,
Matthew Halsall,
Fatback Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ossler,
Aloha Tigers,
Jacques Brel,
Soul II Soul,
La Düsseldorf,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Pop Group,
Crash Course in Science,
Connie Case,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Neu!,
Kas Product,
Basic Channel,
Moebius,
Tears for Fears,
Max Romeo,
Leonard Cohen,
Youth Brigade,
The Residents,
The Gap Band,
Cymande,
Hoover,
Marc Almond,
Quantec,
Adolescents,
Kayak,
The Fuzztones,
Steve Hackett,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scan 7,
Malaria!,
Sparks,
The Fortunes,
DJ Sneak,
Thompson Twins,
The Cramps,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lyres,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Star Department,
Roxy Music,
Bronski Beat,
Fela Kuti,
Althea and Donna,
Suicide,
Quadrant,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bill Near,
Pierre Henry,
DNA,
The Birthday Party,
Bill Wells,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Gun Club,
Angry Samoans,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.