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 Nauru and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Holger Czukay 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 Basic Channel to the rock 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
PIL,
Eric Dolphy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Babytalk,
Das Ding,
The Searchers,
Dual Sessions,
Japan,
Fela Kuti,
Oneida,
Boredoms,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Birthday Party,
Arcadia,
Pantytec,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lindisfarne,
Davy DMX,
The Seeds,
The Velvet Underground,
Crispian St. Peters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Toasters,
Brick,
Bobby Sherman,
The Motions,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Boogie Down Productions,
Susan Cadogan,
Desert Stars,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lower 48,
The Pretty Things,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
10cc,
the Sonics,
Crash Course in Science,
Graham Central Station,
Nik Kershaw,
Gerry Rafferty,
Minutemen,
Siglo XX,
Supertramp,
Marine Girls,
Bauhaus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Blake Baxter,
The Monks,
Public Enemy,
Half Japanese,
Ultravox,
Reuben Wilson,
The Wake,
Robert Hood,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Slits,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.