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 Kiribati and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Wolf Eyes to the punk 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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Gil Scott Heron,
Steve Hackett,
Dorothy Ashby,
Unwound,
Cluster,
The Beau Brummels,
E-Dancer,
Average White Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Modern Lovers,
The Wake,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Grey Daturas,
Soul II Soul,
Joe Smooth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Aaron Thompson,
Dark Day,
Susan Cadogan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ralphi Rosario,
Talk Talk,
Girls At Our Best!,
Man Parrish,
Terry Callier,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bluetip,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rotary Connection,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Vogues,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
DJ Sneak,
The Smiths,
Youth Brigade,
L. Decosne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Subhumans,
Don Cherry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sun Ra,
Colin Newman,
Juan Atkins,
Fat Boys,
Soft Cell,
Jeff Lynne,
June Days,
Howard Jones,
Davy DMX,
The Count Five,
Scion,
Sällskapet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
K-Klass,
Pharoah Sanders,
Vladislav Delay,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Barry Ungar,
Y Pants,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.