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 Syria and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin 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 The Red Krayola to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
The Fall,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Public Enemy,
Magazine,
Lou Christie,
Darondo,
Mandrill,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Aaron Thompson,
The Index,
Thompson Twins,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lightning Bolt,
Livin' Joy,
Al Stewart,
Scrapy,
Dark Day,
Rotary Connection,
Boz Scaggs,
The Electric Prunes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Soft Cell,
The Moleskins,
Silicon Teens,
Kas Product,
Jandek,
Magma,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Camberwell Now,
The Associates,
Fugazi,
Graham Central Station,
Technova,
L. Decosne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Andrew Hill,
Man Parrish,
The Mummies,
Scientists,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kerri Chandler,
48th St. Collective,
Marine Girls,
Accadde A,
Zero Boys,
Stetsasonic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Anthony Braxton,
Quantec,
The Modern Lovers,
CMW,
Hardrive,
Quadrant,
In Retrospect,
Johnny Clarke,
Arcadia,
Max Romeo,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.