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 United States and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 arpeggiator 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 The Slits to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Idris Muhammad,
Slick Rick,
Gang Green,
Harry Pussy,
Warren Ellis,
B.T. Express,
Pet Shop Boys,
Swell Maps,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Fania All-Stars,
Make Up,
Alison Limerick,
Shoche,
Sun City Girls,
Flash Fearless,
Boz Scaggs,
Sixth Finger,
Royal Trux,
Sandy B,
The Busters,
The Kinks,
The Angels of Light,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
X-101,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pole,
Zero Boys,
Ultra Naté,
Infiniti,
Skriet,
Television,
Section 25,
Bang On A Can,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eli Mardock,
The Moody Blues,
Los Fastidios,
X-102,
Bobby Byrd,
Aswad,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lou Reed,
Amon Düül,
The Cramps,
Spandau Ballet,
Davy DMX,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Techniques,
Oblivians,
Lakeside,
Barry Ungar,
Matthew Halsall,
The Victims,
The Gladiators,
Pulsallama,
Chrome,
Technova,
Sonny Sharrock,
Erasure,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.