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 South Africa and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Delhi and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Aswad to the disco 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Bar-Kays,
Altered Images,
cv313,
Robert Hood,
X-Ray Spex,
Organ,
U.S. Maple,
Popol Vuh,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nick Fraelich,
Anthony Braxton,
Bang On A Can,
Flamin' Groovies,
Steve Hackett,
Barry Ungar,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dawn Penn,
Eric B and Rakim,
Das Ding,
Jacques Brel,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soft Machine,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Cowsills,
The New Christs,
Television Personalities,
Harmonia,
In Retrospect,
Slave,
New York Dolls,
The Index,
Metal Thangz,
Little Man,
Siglo XX,
The Remains,
Danielle Patucci,
Mission of Burma,
Derrick Morgan,
Make Up,
Nik Kershaw,
Dorothy Ashby,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Donald Byrd,
Gichy Dan,
Jimmy McGriff,
X-102,
The Tremeloes,
Lindisfarne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Beau Brummels,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cal Tjader,
Yusef Lateef,
Sex Pistols,
Fat Boys,
Kurtis Blow,
Deakin,
Deepchord,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.