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 Egypt 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin 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 Skriet to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Clear Light,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fad Gadget,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Buzzcocks,
Robert Görl,
Masters at Work,
Spandau Ballet,
The Mummies,
June of 44,
Jandek,
The New Christs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Danielle Patucci,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crime,
Dead Boys,
The Walker Brothers,
Underground Resistance,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Young Rascals,
Black Bananas,
The Angels of Light,
D'Angelo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Blancmange,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fortunes,
Surgeon,
Anthony Braxton,
Au Pairs,
Alison Limerick,
Donald Byrd,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Leonard Cohen,
Aloha Tigers,
Swans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Brothers Johnson,
David Axelrod,
Fatback Band,
Bluetip,
Reuben Wilson,
Yazoo,
Bob Dylan,
James White and The Blacks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Delta 5,
E-Dancer,
DNA,
Fat Boys,
Robert Wyatt,
The Index,
Johnny Clarke,
Juan Atkins,
Dark Day,
Das Ding,
Terrestrial Tones,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.