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 Greece and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Five Americans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Robert Wyatt,
Neil Young,
The Grass Roots,
Judy Mowatt,
Jeru the Damaja,
Charles Mingus,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hardrive,
Nation of Ulysses,
Juan Atkins,
Black Moon,
The Fall,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rotary Connection,
Connie Case,
The Evens,
Eric Copeland,
Altered Images,
Radio Birdman,
Model 500,
Max Romeo,
Reuben Wilson,
The Dead C,
The Standells,
Pussy Galore,
This Heat,
Television,
The Doobie Brothers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Idris Muhammad,
Los Fastidios,
Cal Tjader,
FM Einheit,
Au Pairs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rosa Yemen,
The Litter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Swans,
These Immortal Souls,
Maleditus Sound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Iggy Pop,
OOIOO,
Stiv Bators,
Amon Düül II,
Lucky Dragons,
The Tremeloes,
Minutemen,
Urselle,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Durutti Column,
John Holt,
Kayak,
Bill Wells,
Groovy Waters,
a-ha,
Angry Samoans,
The Move,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.