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 Kenya and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pierre Henry to the funk 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wally Richardson,
Brass Construction,
Cymande,
Lightning Bolt,
The Real Kids,
Johnny Clarke,
Make Up,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eric Copeland,
Charles Mingus,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Christie,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sixth Finger,
The Grass Roots,
Junior Murvin,
The Young Rascals,
Q and Not U,
Sun Ra,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Hoover,
One Last Wish,
Vainqueur,
Bobby Womack,
Japan,
Aloha Tigers,
The Mojo Men,
UT,
10cc,
Yaz,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Gun Club,
Bauhaus,
Jandek,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sandy B,
Joey Negro,
The Moody Blues,
Can,
Von Mondo,
FM Einheit,
Sam Rivers,
Eric Dolphy,
Tom Boy,
The Slackers,
Masters at Work,
Minnie Riperton,
MDC,
The Doors,
Camouflage,
Al Stewart,
The Saints,
The Standells,
Metal Thangz,
Scratch Acid,
Massinfluence,
Quadrant,
Barbara Tucker,
Gang Starr,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.