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 Colombia and from Delhi.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Trumans Water to the disco 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Mandrill,
Maleditus Sound,
the Germs,
Skarface,
JFA,
Easy Going,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camberwell Now,
Massinfluence,
Albert Ayler,
The Real Kids,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Skaos,
Max Romeo,
Kerri Chandler,
The Busters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
T. Rex,
Cluster,
Ten City,
Mantronix,
Interpol,
Sex Pistols,
Tim Buckley,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Techniques,
Nick Fraelich,
The Golliwogs,
Sexual Harrassment,
kango's stein massive,
Fear,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jandek,
Shuggie Otis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Erasure,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scratch Acid,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Vainqueur,
Lightning Bolt,
Procol Harum,
Johnny Clarke,
48th St. Collective,
Connie Case,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Drexciya,
The Gun Club,
The Offenders,
a-ha,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Outsiders,
The Index,
Oblivians,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Negative Approach,
Davy DMX,
Alton Ellis,
Isaac Hayes,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.