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 Chad and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Pantaleimon to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Gong,
The Black Dice,
Cluster,
Barbara Tucker,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joe Finger,
Davy DMX,
L. Decosne,
Von Mondo,
Sandy B,
Delta 5,
Heaven 17,
The Electric Prunes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
These Immortal Souls,
Junior Murvin,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kenny Larkin,
Sister Nancy,
Japan,
Visage,
Roxette,
The Techniques,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Los Fastidios,
Wire,
Fatback Band,
Byron Stingily,
The Standells,
Wings,
Oblivians,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
ABC,
Suburban Knight,
Beasts of Bourbon,
ABBA,
The Tremeloes,
Accadde A,
Swans,
Barry Ungar,
Bootsy Collins,
Clear Light,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Vogues,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Bar-Kays,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Kinks,
Boz Scaggs,
Ronan,
Livin' Joy,
Ohio Players,
Judy Mowatt,
Anthony Braxton,
Main Source,
Ituana,
Deepchord,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.