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 Slovenia and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar 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 Brick to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Vladislav Delay,
The Birthday Party,
Connie Case,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Brick,
Gil Scott Heron,
Barrington Levy,
The Neon Judgement,
The Toasters,
Piero Umiliani,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gang Starr,
Matthew Bourne,
Barbara Tucker,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Buckinghams,
Gichy Dan,
Symarip,
Donny Hathaway,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bill Wells,
Hoover,
Sister Nancy,
Fela Kuti,
Jacob Miller,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wings,
The Barracudas,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Cale,
New Order,
The Gories,
Tom Boy,
The Slits,
Max Romeo,
Wolf Eyes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joensuu 1685,
Oneida,
Easy Going,
The Beau Brummels,
Rufus Thomas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Desert Stars,
Zero Boys,
Minor Threat,
Popol Vuh,
Guru Guru,
The Seeds,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Residents,
Reuben Wilson,
Matthew Halsall,
Lyres,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Drexciya,
Graham Central Station,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.