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 Montenegro and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bill Near to the grunge 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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Jawbox,
The Litter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Foxx,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Soft Cell,
Drexciya,
Erasure,
OOIOO,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Smoke,
Chris Corsano,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ronan,
Man Parrish,
The Wake,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Organ,
Judy Mowatt,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Monochrome Set,
Lower 48,
Wire,
The Saints,
Angry Samoans,
These Immortal Souls,
Gabor Szabo,
The Knickerbockers,
Supertramp,
ABC,
Reagan Youth,
Harpers Bizarre,
Q and Not U,
Bang On A Can,
Oblivians,
The Divine Comedy,
Aswad,
The Dirtbombs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sun City Girls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Funky Four + One,
Second Layer,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lalann,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nas,
Junior Murvin,
Ultravox,
Ten City,
Henry Cow,
Public Image Ltd.,
Albert Ayler,
Matthew Bourne,
Barry Ungar,
Patti Smith,
Agent Orange,
Tropical Tobacco,
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.