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 Iceland and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bluetip to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fatback Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Grandmaster Flash,
MDC,
Saccharine Trust,
Section 25,
Eden Ahbez,
Whodini,
Eric Dolphy,
Blossom Toes,
Flash Fearless,
Bill Near,
Babytalk,
Masters at Work,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fugazi,
Agent Orange,
Soft Cell,
Desert Stars,
The Five Americans,
The Raincoats,
The Victims,
Maurizio,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Coltrane,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Don Cherry,
Unrelated Segments,
Deepchord,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Faraquet,
Los Fastidios,
Flamin' Groovies,
Little Man,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Trojans,
Deakin,
Second Layer,
JFA,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
T. Rex,
Monks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bluetip,
Ornette Coleman,
Magazine,
Camberwell Now,
Banda Bassotti,
Susan Cadogan,
Juan Atkins,
Con Funk Shun,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Young Rascals,
the Slits,
Gerry Rafferty,
OOIOO,
cv313,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.