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 Equatorial Guinea and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Babytalk to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
June Days,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
H. Thieme,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Max Romeo,
The Smiths,
the Germs,
Joensuu 1685,
the Human League,
Eric B and Rakim,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Barracudas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Isaac Hayes,
Laurel Aitken,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Talk Talk,
the Normal,
Procol Harum,
the Association,
Minor Threat,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Malaria!,
Interpol,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Mummies,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Leaves,
Lou Reed,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fad Gadget,
Half Japanese,
Tomorrow,
CMW,
Panda Bear,
Ultra Naté,
The Stooges,
Albert Ayler,
Avey Tare,
Matthew Halsall,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Livin' Joy,
Eddi Front,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Altered Images,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Flash Fearless,
Drexciya,
Whodini,
Organ,
Bad Manners,
The Last Poets,
John Coltrane,
Sight & Sound,
Sarah Menescal,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.