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 Comoros and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Public Enemy to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Guru Guru,
Sound Behaviour,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Slits,
The Tremeloes,
The Motions,
Kerri Chandler,
The United States of America,
the Human League,
Electric Prunes,
Symarip,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Gong,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Smog,
Pantaleimon,
These Immortal Souls,
Barry Ungar,
Aloha Tigers,
Bauhaus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Unwound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joy Division,
Scrapy,
Animal Collective,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Depeche Mode,
Eve St. Jones,
Wally Richardson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Magazine,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Echospace,
Tropical Tobacco,
The New Christs,
Dawn Penn,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Con Funk Shun,
The Victims,
Hoover,
Buzzcocks,
Kaleidoscope,
Delta 5,
DNA,
Jerry's Kids,
Arcadia,
DJ Style,
Pylon,
Nico,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bad Manners,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.