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 Nicaragua and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Arab on Radar,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cecil Taylor,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Quadrant,
Outsiders,
This Heat,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ludus,
The New Christs,
Thompson Twins,
Davy DMX,
the Association,
The Happenings,
ABC,
Drexciya,
The J.B.'s,
Lalann,
Terry Callier,
Ituana,
The Motions,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cal Tjader,
Cluster,
Gang of Four,
Rites of Spring,
Fad Gadget,
Spoonie Gee,
Angry Samoans,
The Grass Roots,
Lightning Bolt,
Erasure,
David Axelrod,
Section 25,
The Knickerbockers,
Babytalk,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Prince Buster,
The Trojans,
World's Most,
Japan,
Kerri Chandler,
Intrusion,
Kas Product,
Isaac Hayes,
Nirvana,
Jawbox,
Archie Shepp,
Groovy Waters,
ABBA,
Alphaville,
The Red Krayola,
Ornette Coleman,
Graham Central Station,
The Walker Brothers,
Nico,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
La Düsseldorf,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.