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 Bulgaria and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
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 rhodes 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Cybotron,
Pere Ubu,
Eden Ahbez,
Echospace,
The Beau Brummels,
Harry Pussy,
Idris Muhammad,
Liliput,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pagans,
Minutemen,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Con Funk Shun,
Rakim,
Peter & Gordon,
Minnie Riperton,
Reuben Wilson,
Banda Bassotti,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mad Mike,
The Toasters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Remains,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ultimate Spinach,
Chrome,
Ponytail,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Deakin,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marine Girls,
Sun City Girls,
Smog,
The Saints,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Flag,
Janne Schatter,
Joensuu 1685,
Flamin' Groovies,
Stiv Bators,
Anthony Braxton,
Tomorrow,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ten City,
The Pretty Things,
Outsiders,
Arcadia,
Letta Mbulu,
Warsaw,
Pulsallama,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rosa Yemen,
Joe Finger,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobby Byrd,
Slave,
Ken Boothe,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roxy Music,
Procol Harum,
Swell Maps,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.