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 Bolivia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet 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 Maurizio to the grime 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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Flash Fearless,
Ornette Coleman,
Trumans Water,
Das Ding,
Andrew Hill,
Cymande,
DJ Style,
The Toasters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Basic Channel,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fatback Band,
Accadde A,
Cheater Slicks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Judy Mowatt,
The Residents,
The Walker Brothers,
Urselle,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joe Finger,
The Victims,
The Gories,
Arthur Verocai,
Sparks,
The Gap Band,
The Smoke,
Todd Terry,
Henry Cow,
Sällskapet,
Robert Wyatt,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mr. Review,
Gang Starr,
Connie Case,
Lou Reed,
Popol Vuh,
Donald Byrd,
Warsaw,
Sonny Sharrock,
Oneida,
The Blues Magoos,
Pylon,
Babytalk,
Scrapy,
Leonard Cohen,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Altered Images,
Matthew Bourne,
Outsiders,
Severed Heads,
Rapeman,
The Divine Comedy,
Sex Pistols,
Ten City,
JFA,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.