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 Congo and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Joe Finger to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Bananas,
Pagans,
PIL,
Radio Birdman,
Royal Trux,
The Slits,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Red Krayola,
ABC,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
These Immortal Souls,
The Count Five,
Monolake,
Pierre Henry,
Sugar Minott,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Swans,
The Dirtbombs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fatback Band,
Ornette Coleman,
The Dave Clark Five,
Country Teasers,
Negative Approach,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jeff Mills,
The Remains,
Flipper,
The Fuzztones,
Theoretical Girls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soft Machine,
Letta Mbulu,
Porter Ricks,
Sällskapet,
Eric Copeland,
cv313,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lower 48,
Dawn Penn,
Shuggie Otis,
Kerri Chandler,
Dual Sessions,
Matthew Bourne,
The Cowsills,
The Gories,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sonic Youth,
Jacques Brel,
Barry Ungar,
Eve St. Jones,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dennis Brown,
Mars,
Sun Ra,
Loose Ends,
Laurel Aitken,
Talk Talk,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.