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 Cyprus and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 chamberlin 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 The Fuzztones to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Oneida,
Robert Hood,
Bobbi Humphrey,
James White and The Blacks,
Tres Demented,
Dark Day,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Monks,
Underground Resistance,
Rotary Connection,
Trumans Water,
Magma,
Urselle,
Brick,
Judy Mowatt,
Alton Ellis,
Roxy Music,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Robert Wyatt,
Pole,
The Fugs,
Guru Guru,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Index,
Black Flag,
The Moody Blues,
Harmonia,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Index,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Drive Like Jehu,
Can,
Harpers Bizarre,
MDC,
Joy Division,
Chrome,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Remains,
Scratch Acid,
The Blues Magoos,
Wally Richardson,
Yaz,
Steve Hackett,
Smog,
Panda Bear,
The Dead C,
Lakeside,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Cowsills,
The Electric Prunes,
Juan Atkins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Stetsasonic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.