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 Azerbaijan and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rosa Yemen to the disco 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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
DNA,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Index,
Delta 5,
Magma,
Barrington Levy,
Anthony Braxton,
X-Ray Spex,
Moby Grape,
Andrew Hill,
AZ,
Spoonie Gee,
Pharoah Sanders,
Flash Fearless,
The Barracudas,
The Music Machine,
Half Japanese,
Bronski Beat,
Derrick May,
Tres Demented,
Subhumans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crash Course in Science,
Leonard Cohen,
John Foxx,
The Electric Prunes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Deakin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ossler,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
F. McDonald,
The Real Kids,
Joyce Sims,
Make Up,
The Sonics,
Man Eating Sloth,
Barbara Tucker,
Kerrie Biddell,
Negative Approach,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Y Pants,
Matthew Halsall,
Janne Schatter,
Franke,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Happenings,
The Human League,
Tim Buckley,
Arthur Verocai,
Harry Pussy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pere Ubu,
Bob Dylan,
Cybotron,
Radio Birdman,
Reagan Youth,
Thee Headcoats,
Stiv Bators,
The Grass Roots,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.