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 Somalia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Y Pants to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Kaleidoscope,
Gang Starr,
The Grass Roots,
Y Pants,
B.T. Express,
Alphaville,
The Misunderstood,
X-Ray Spex,
Henry Cow,
In Retrospect,
Grauzone,
AZ,
Leonard Cohen,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
H. Thieme,
Drexciya,
Funkadelic,
Malaria!,
The Offenders,
Dark Day,
Al Stewart,
The Searchers,
Mary Jane Girls,
K-Klass,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fugazi,
Qualms,
The Raincoats,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Mummies,
KRS-One,
Stereo Dub,
The Red Krayola,
Erykah Badu,
Stockholm Monsters,
Aswad,
the Sonics,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rod Modell,
Swell Maps,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scott Walker,
Cal Tjader,
Monks,
James White and The Blacks,
Zero Boys,
Saccharine Trust,
Harpers Bizarre,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Man Parrish,
Spandau Ballet,
Robert Wyatt,
Skarface,
Nirvana,
Parry Music,
Sugar Minott,
Kas Product,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.