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 Benin and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Angry Samoans to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Wake,
The Slits,
Stetsasonic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
JFA,
Half Japanese,
Guru Guru,
Quadrant,
Unwound,
Quantec,
Tim Buckley,
The Beau Brummels,
The Gladiators,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Donald Byrd,
Loose Ends,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sound Behaviour,
Ituana,
Cecil Taylor,
The Associates,
Sarah Menescal,
Banda Bassotti,
Jimmy McGriff,
Main Source,
Amon Düül,
Q and Not U,
Grauzone,
Whodini,
Carl Craig,
Flash Fearless,
D'Angelo,
Theoretical Girls,
Skarface,
Public Image Ltd.,
Absolute Body Control,
Freddie Wadling,
Wally Richardson,
New Age Steppers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gabor Szabo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sixth Finger,
Mark Hollis,
Deakin,
Morten Harket,
Drexciya,
Joe Finger,
Quando Quango,
Eli Mardock,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tomorrow,
Eden Ahbez,
Lyres,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Suicide,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.