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 Philippines and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes 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 The Move to the dance 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Qualms,
The Blackbyrds,
Sex Pistols,
Wolf Eyes,
Joy Division,
The Pop Group,
Jacques Brel,
Swell Maps,
Yaz,
Fugazi,
Reuben Wilson,
Electric Prunes,
Underground Resistance,
Amon Düül,
Janne Schatter,
Whodini,
Black Moon,
The Monochrome Set,
Alton Ellis,
Lou Reed,
Ituana,
Soft Cell,
One Last Wish,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Lydon,
Livin' Joy,
Althea and Donna,
Prince Buster,
Spoonie Gee,
Wire,
Minnie Riperton,
The Trojans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Maleditus Sound,
Magma,
Aaron Thompson,
Tubeway Army,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cramps,
Rosa Yemen,
Max Romeo,
Public Enemy,
The Techniques,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
DJ Style,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Absolute Body Control,
Roxette,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Anakelly,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Iggy Pop,
Sugar Minott,
The Index,
Rakim,
Youth Brigade,
Nico,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.