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 India and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare 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 Drexciya to the grime 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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Toni Rubio,
Scott Walker,
Franke,
Grey Daturas,
In Retrospect,
Sugar Minott,
Minny Pops,
The Flesh Eaters,
James White and The Blacks,
The Modern Lovers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Infiniti,
The Gories,
June of 44,
Warsaw,
Rosa Yemen,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Smog,
Roxette,
The Blackbyrds,
Model 500,
DNA,
Adolescents,
The Invisible,
Deakin,
The Doors,
Chris & Cosey,
Sonny Sharrock,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mary Jane Girls,
Blake Baxter,
Magma,
Black Flag,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scratch Acid,
Sly & The Family Stone,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bill Near,
Parry Music,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rotary Connection,
Minnie Riperton,
Eric B and Rakim,
JFA,
Camouflage,
The Associates,
The Moleskins,
Juan Atkins,
Crispian St. Peters,
Heaven 17,
Lalann,
The Moody Blues,
Jacques Brel,
a-ha,
T. Rex,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.