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 Guinea-Bissau and from Woodstock.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Tubeway Army to the techno 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum 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 theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Arthur Verocai,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gang of Four,
X-Ray Spex,
Glambeats Corp.,
Albert Ayler,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Altered Images,
JFA,
Excepter,
the Soft Cell,
Bauhaus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Moebius,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Last Poets,
Wasted Youth,
Monolake,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Deadbeat,
Kenny Larkin,
The Modern Lovers,
Japan,
Todd Terry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crime,
Robert Hood,
K-Klass,
Agent Orange,
The Grass Roots,
The American Breed,
Marc Almond,
The Standells,
The Human League,
Public Enemy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Chris & Cosey,
Letta Mbulu,
Schoolly D,
Tim Buckley,
Stetsasonic,
Derrick Morgan,
Tubeway Army,
DJ Style,
Lungfish,
Groovy Waters,
Jandek,
Anthony Braxton,
Cameo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pet Shop Boys,
FM Einheit,
Lyres,
Rufus Thomas,
Peter and Kerry,
The Golliwogs,
Neil Young,
Masters at Work,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.