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 New Zealand and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Pharoah Sanders to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Symarip,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Radiohead,
Fad Gadget,
Vladislav Delay,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Josef K,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Happenings,
One Last Wish,
Crime,
Loose Ends,
Audionom,
Siglo XX,
Arthur Verocai,
Al Stewart,
Depeche Mode,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scott Walker,
The Smiths,
Delta 5,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Slits,
The Mummies,
Toni Rubio,
The Tremeloes,
Rakim,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Wake,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Section 25,
The Standells,
Con Funk Shun,
Sixth Finger,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jeff Mills,
Marine Girls,
The Fugs,
The Golliwogs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Moss Icon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pere Ubu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rites of Spring,
Rosa Yemen,
The Pretty Things,
Glambeats Corp.,
PIL,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Aural Exciters,
Deakin,
Peter and Kerry,
Reagan Youth,
Pantaleimon,
Deepchord,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.