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 Sri Lanka and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe 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 Section 25 to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Fear,
The Alarm Clocks,
David Axelrod,
Jawbox,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Monochrome Set,
Eden Ahbez,
Mandrill,
Bush Tetras,
Oblivians,
Sound Behaviour,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wally Richardson,
The Evens,
Desert Stars,
X-101,
Essential Logic,
Flipper,
Erasure,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scientists,
Sarah Menescal,
Rufus Thomas,
Y Pants,
Alphaville,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
R.M.O.,
June Days,
The Sound,
Johnny Clarke,
Swans,
Morten Harket,
Minutemen,
Adolescents,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Happenings,
Main Source,
Tubeway Army,
Schoolly D,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Little Man,
Tim Buckley,
Maurizio,
Bang On A Can,
Spoonie Gee,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gang of Four,
Piero Umiliani,
In Retrospect,
Yusef Lateef,
Urselle,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Slits,
Scan 7,
Rotary Connection,
The Neon Judgement,
Moebius,
Ken Boothe,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.