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 Lithuania and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 A Certain Ratio to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Sheep,
Porter Ricks,
Freddie Wadling,
Eric Dolphy,
The Gories,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wire,
Ice-T,
a-ha,
CMW,
Andrew Hill,
Connie Case,
The Searchers,
Lindisfarne,
Kaleidoscope,
Intrusion,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Litter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Technova,
OOIOO,
Drexciya,
Rakim,
Idris Muhammad,
Laurel Aitken,
Crispy Ambulance,
World's Most,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Reagan Youth,
Angry Samoans,
Althea and Donna,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Radiopuhelimet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ludus,
X-Ray Spex,
Thompson Twins,
The Buckinghams,
The Tremeloes,
8 Eyed Spy,
New York Dolls,
Josef K,
The Angels of Light,
Aloha Tigers,
The Blues Magoos,
Circle Jerks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mark Hollis,
Boz Scaggs,
Al Stewart,
Soulsonic Force,
Sarah Menescal,
Scion,
Aural Exciters,
The Monks,
Archie Shepp,
Lalo Schifrin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.