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 Israel and from Manchester.
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 Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Wire to the funk 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
PIL,
Pierre Henry,
Vladislav Delay,
The J.B.'s,
Toni Rubio,
Crooked Eye,
The Mojo Men,
Joe Finger,
Simply Red,
Mo-Dettes,
Section 25,
Ronnie Foster,
MC5,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bill Wells,
Gichy Dan,
Cymande,
Blossom Toes,
Chrome,
Alphaville,
Basic Channel,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Flesh Eaters,
Symarip,
Second Layer,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Offenders,
Con Funk Shun,
The Index,
The Black Dice,
Black Sheep,
Essential Logic,
Blancmange,
Livin' Joy,
The Gladiators,
The Wake,
The American Breed,
Technova,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Golliwogs,
Neil Young,
Talk Talk,
Babytalk,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Khruangbin,
Warren Ellis,
Parry Music,
Deadbeat,
Crash Course in Science,
The Velvet Underground,
Grauzone,
Bizarre Inc.,
Unwound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Archie Shepp,
Minor Threat,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.