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 Algeria and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Eyeless In Gaza 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
The Remains,
Dennis Brown,
Radio Birdman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Stiv Bators,
Echospace,
Todd Terry,
Monks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Alison Limerick,
Andrew Hill,
Japan,
Mars,
Make Up,
the Swans,
Colin Newman,
Moebius,
Dark Day,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Newcleus,
Michelle Simonal,
Adolescents,
Blake Baxter,
The Electric Prunes,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
James White and The Blacks,
Rotary Connection,
F. McDonald,
Bobby Sherman,
Lalann,
Spoonie Gee,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Mojo Men,
Yusef Lateef,
Rites of Spring,
The Kinks,
X-102,
The Barracudas,
The Smiths,
Marmalade,
John Foxx,
Minny Pops,
Marvin Gaye,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Hoover,
Ituana,
Scan 7,
Kurtis Blow,
Connie Case,
Kaleidoscope,
Soul II Soul,
Black Sheep,
The Leaves,
Smog,
Fluxion,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Charles Mingus,
The Toasters,
Davy DMX,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.