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 Liberia and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar 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 Dorothy Ashby to the rap 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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Warsaw,
Deadbeat,
Buzzcocks,
Deakin,
Sly & The Family Stone,
ABBA,
Sandy B,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Harpers Bizarre,
One Last Wish,
Country Teasers,
Newcleus,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sparks,
Dark Day,
Pere Ubu,
The Doobie Brothers,
Swell Maps,
The Pop Group,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fad Gadget,
This Heat,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nico,
The Remains,
Silicon Teens,
Eden Ahbez,
Faust,
Freddie Wadling,
Bad Manners,
Young Marble Giants,
Sister Nancy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
B.T. Express,
Ultra Naté,
Susan Cadogan,
Visage,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Throbbing Gristle,
Harry Pussy,
Gong,
The Selecter,
China Crisis,
Jawbox,
Audionom,
Agitation Free,
The American Breed,
Sam Rivers,
Massinfluence,
X-102,
Procol Harum,
Colin Newman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Arcadia,
Porter Ricks,
Prince Buster,
Soul II Soul,
Liliput,
Patti Smith,
Faraquet,
Symarip,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.