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 Pakistan and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 June Days to the electroclash 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Sam Rivers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Danielle Patucci,
Kenny Larkin,
David McCallum,
One Last Wish,
Harmonia,
Pussy Galore,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
AZ,
The Black Dice,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobby Sherman,
Fear,
The Litter,
Althea and Donna,
Adolescents,
Brand Nubian,
Rhythm & Sound,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Procol Harum,
The Remains,
Susan Cadogan,
In Retrospect,
Erykah Badu,
June Days,
Khruangbin,
The Durutti Column,
Stockholm Monsters,
Half Japanese,
Youth Brigade,
Robert Wyatt,
Delta 5,
New Age Steppers,
The Tremeloes,
Quadrant,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Pus,
Moss Icon,
Henry Cow,
The Divine Comedy,
Simply Red,
Tom Boy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Talk Talk,
Goldenarms,
Organ,
Matthew Bourne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Shadows of Knight,
Michelle Simonal,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hoover,
The Beau Brummels,
Dawn Penn,
Stereo Dub,
Sun Ra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mo-Dettes,
The Residents,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Swans,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.