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 Madagascar and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer 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 Terry Callier to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
The Cowsills,
Warren Ellis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tom Boy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Henry Cow,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Blackbyrds,
MC5,
Adolescents,
Nation of Ulysses,
Con Funk Shun,
Joensuu 1685,
the Association,
June of 44,
Cymande,
Reuben Wilson,
Big Daddy Kane,
kango's stein massive,
Morten Harket,
The Neon Judgement,
Freddie Wadling,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Franke,
Dual Sessions,
Jacques Brel,
Organ,
Flipper,
The Gories,
Rapeman,
Man Parrish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cecil Taylor,
Junior Murvin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Trojans,
Outsiders,
Maurizio,
John Coltrane,
Niagra,
Peter & Gordon,
10cc,
The Knickerbockers,
the Human League,
The Remains,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joy Division,
Bootsy Collins,
Yellowson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Stiv Bators,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bronski Beat,
The Smiths,
E-Dancer,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Slackers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.