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 Zambia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Donald Fagen 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Oneida,
Big Daddy Kane,
Laurel Aitken,
Alton Ellis,
Make Up,
June of 44,
Soft Machine,
The Raincoats,
Ice-T,
Black Sheep,
The Star Department,
Swans,
Fatback Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Cramps,
Wolf Eyes,
Soul II Soul,
Angry Samoans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Slave,
Cluster,
Negative Approach,
The Gories,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nirvana,
Gang Green,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bang On A Can,
Tomorrow,
Deadbeat,
The Cowsills,
Country Teasers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Michelle Simonal,
The Golliwogs,
Anthony Braxton,
H. Thieme,
The American Breed,
Banda Bassotti,
Scion,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Pretty Things,
Brothers Johnson,
Masters at Work,
Flamin' Groovies,
Quando Quango,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Zapp,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rapeman,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Motions,
Minnie Riperton,
Buzzcocks,
Andrew Hill,
Lucky Dragons,
Ludus,
Young Marble Giants,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fad Gadget,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.