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 Ethiopia and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Unrelated Segments to the jazz 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Deepchord,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jeru the Damaja,
Clear Light,
PIL,
The Invisible,
Tubeway Army,
Liliput,
Mantronix,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
These Immortal Souls,
The Gun Club,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Camberwell Now,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Vladislav Delay,
Harpers Bizarre,
Boredoms,
The Walker Brothers,
Deadbeat,
Electric Prunes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobby Womack,
The Five Americans,
Matthew Bourne,
Juan Atkins,
Derrick May,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Donald Byrd,
Das Ding,
Silicon Teens,
Eric Copeland,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Surgeon,
The Last Poets,
Joy Division,
The Fire Engines,
FM Einheit,
Bronski Beat,
Stetsasonic,
Warren Ellis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joyce Sims,
Fad Gadget,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dave Gahan,
Oblivians,
Heaven 17,
Cymande,
Icehouse,
Chris Corsano,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Theoretical Girls,
X-102,
Joensuu 1685,
Alton Ellis,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.