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 Maldives and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Stereo Dub to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tom Boy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Simply Red,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ronan,
The Angels of Light,
Michelle Simonal,
Big Daddy Kane,
Brand Nubian,
Jeff Mills,
Boredoms,
Eli Mardock,
Dennis Brown,
Letta Mbulu,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pierre Henry,
The Human League,
Jesper Dahlback,
Essential Logic,
The Count Five,
The New Christs,
Country Teasers,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fugs,
10cc,
Aural Exciters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
a-ha,
Alison Limerick,
Althea and Donna,
Sixth Finger,
Funkadelic,
Flipper,
Lou Christie,
K-Klass,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soul II Soul,
Yazoo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pantytec,
The Stooges,
Judy Mowatt,
The Toasters,
Model 500,
Jerry's Kids,
The Sonics,
Duran Duran,
Funky Four + One,
DNA,
The Victims,
Idris Muhammad,
Lalo Schifrin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hot Snakes,
Motorama,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Henry Cow,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.