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 Brunei and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Babytalk to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lyres,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Yusef Lateef,
Eric Dolphy,
The J.B.'s,
The Velvet Underground,
Donald Byrd,
Sparks,
The Beau Brummels,
Niagra,
Masters at Work,
Rites of Spring,
The Associates,
Ronnie Foster,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fear,
Kayak,
The Knickerbockers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crooked Eye,
Depeche Mode,
Ponytail,
Steve Hackett,
Peter and Kerry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cecil Taylor,
Traffic Nightmare,
Massinfluence,
Anakelly,
L. Decosne,
Donny Hathaway,
Negative Approach,
the Swans,
Pantaleimon,
Essential Logic,
Michelle Simonal,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crime,
Groovy Waters,
Unrelated Segments,
Brick,
Echospace,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Gun Club,
Letta Mbulu,
Kool Moe Dee,
Heaven 17,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Names,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Bananas,
Quadrant,
Angry Samoans,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobby Hutcherson,
E-Dancer,
Stereo Dub,
The Grass Roots,
Excepter,
Freddie Wadling,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.