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 Venezuela and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the crunk 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
John Foxx,
Saccharine Trust,
Bob Dylan,
Radio Birdman,
Eric Copeland,
Amon Düül,
Zapp,
the Human League,
Skriet,
The Beau Brummels,
Maurizio,
Fugazi,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Minnie Riperton,
Janne Schatter,
Donald Byrd,
June Days,
Qualms,
Dark Day,
The Gladiators,
kango's stein massive,
B.T. Express,
Leonard Cohen,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tomorrow,
Toni Rubio,
Eve St. Jones,
The Gun Club,
Black Sheep,
Josef K,
Arthur Verocai,
Skarface,
Groovy Waters,
Joe Smooth,
Iggy Pop,
Althea and Donna,
Drive Like Jehu,
Easy Going,
David McCallum,
The Red Krayola,
Junior Murvin,
Eric Dolphy,
the Association,
The Last Poets,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Arcadia,
Desert Stars,
Joensuu 1685,
the Bar-Kays,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crash Course in Science,
Isaac Hayes,
The Pretty Things,
Excepter,
Lower 48,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jacques Brel,
Scion,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gregory Isaacs,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.