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 Antigua and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Josef K to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Sun Ra,
The Move,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Happenings,
The Real Kids,
Kas Product,
Darondo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Vogues,
Colin Newman,
Terrestrial Tones,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Can,
Wolf Eyes,
the Normal,
Minutemen,
Mr. Review,
The Blackbyrds,
La Düsseldorf,
The Names,
Television,
Ossler,
Idris Muhammad,
Agent Orange,
Pylon,
Moss Icon,
Yazoo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Anthony Braxton,
Stereo Dub,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kevin Saunderson,
Deakin,
Stiv Bators,
Donny Hathaway,
The Cure,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Echospace,
Slick Rick,
Porter Ricks,
Crooked Eye,
Gil Scott Heron,
Groovy Waters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Sound,
The Last Poets,
The Alarm Clocks,
Thee Headcoats,
Whodini,
Todd Terry,
The Toasters,
The Blues Magoos,
Henry Cow,
Procol Harum,
Metal Thangz,
CMW,
Kurtis Blow,
Royal Trux,
Zero Boys,
The Barracudas,
Reuben Wilson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.