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 Cape Verde and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Michael McDonald 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 Amazonics to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 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 Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Infiniti,
Mars,
Danielle Patucci,
Tubeway Army,
The Misunderstood,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Colin Newman,
Terry Callier,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ossler,
Youth Brigade,
Moebius,
The Trojans,
Hot Snakes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Index,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Donny Hathaway,
Gichy Dan,
Camberwell Now,
Clear Light,
Severed Heads,
Sixth Finger,
Iggy Pop,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mr. Review,
Moby Grape,
Malaria!,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eden Ahbez,
Maleditus Sound,
Q and Not U,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Move,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scrapy,
Quando Quango,
Banda Bassotti,
The Golliwogs,
Porter Ricks,
Crime,
The Gap Band,
Funkadelic,
Schoolly D,
Bauhaus,
DNA,
Kevin Saunderson,
Minutemen,
Qualms,
Pagans,
Visage,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Neon Judgement,
Kas Product,
Cybotron,
Bob Dylan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bang On A Can,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Slave,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.