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 Moldova and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
The United States of America,
Anthony Braxton,
Newcleus,
Wally Richardson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Agent Orange,
John Coltrane,
Tim Buckley,
Sugar Minott,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Five Americans,
Bobby Byrd,
The Cure,
Scion,
Joy Division,
Matthew Bourne,
Brass Construction,
KRS-One,
Throbbing Gristle,
Chrome,
Aaron Thompson,
Pulsallama,
The Searchers,
John Foxx,
The Litter,
Soft Cell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Alton Ellis,
Darondo,
Von Mondo,
Henry Cow,
Tommy Roe,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wire,
Tom Boy,
The Birthday Party,
Blancmange,
John Cale,
Marvin Gaye,
Suburban Knight,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eric Dolphy,
Lower 48,
One Last Wish,
Au Pairs,
Dual Sessions,
Bob Dylan,
The Dead C,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dead Boys,
The Smoke,
Maurizio,
Donny Hathaway,
Nico,
Inner City,
The Dave Clark Five,
Franke,
The Remains,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.