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 Pakistan and from Columbus.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 rhodes 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 Mark Hollis to the rap 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Clear Light,
The Golliwogs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Archie Shepp,
The Standells,
Talk Talk,
Andrew Hill,
The Count Five,
The Associates,
The Busters,
The Fall,
Graham Central Station,
Lucky Dragons,
Josef K,
Massinfluence,
Aloha Tigers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dave Gahan,
Little Man,
The Fuzztones,
Freddie Wadling,
Moby Grape,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bill Wells,
Unrelated Segments,
T. Rex,
The American Breed,
Kerri Chandler,
Model 500,
The Leaves,
Absolute Body Control,
Sonic Youth,
F. McDonald,
Terry Callier,
Michelle Simonal,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fire Engines,
Pylon,
10cc,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nils Olav,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Vladislav Delay,
Tim Buckley,
Anakelly,
Camberwell Now,
The Martian,
Eurythmics,
The Kinks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
World's Most,
Mo-Dettes,
China Crisis,
Dead Boys,
Derrick May,
Desert Stars,
Sight & Sound,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.