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 Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 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 Chris & Cosey to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Barclay James Harvest,
Reuben Wilson,
The Offenders,
The Slits,
Girls At Our Best!,
Silicon Teens,
The Divine Comedy,
Loose Ends,
Swell Maps,
The Techniques,
T.S.O.L.,
Fat Boys,
Severed Heads,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Bananas,
Nation of Ulysses,
Robert Wyatt,
The Birthday Party,
Todd Terry,
Leonard Cohen,
Nik Kershaw,
Peter & Gordon,
Piero Umiliani,
Deadbeat,
Gang Starr,
The Gun Club,
Darondo,
Monks,
Sparks,
The Grass Roots,
Royal Trux,
The Sound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Alice Coltrane,
Ronan,
Basic Channel,
The Martian,
Mantronix,
the Fania All-Stars,
Los Fastidios,
David Axelrod,
Dual Sessions,
Chrome,
Second Layer,
Flash Fearless,
R.M.O.,
Whodini,
Pylon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Max Romeo,
the Sonics,
Moby Grape,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Moebius,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roger Hodgson,
Scrapy,
Simply Red,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.