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 Poland and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the dance 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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Matthew Halsall,
Dark Day,
The Blackbyrds,
Symarip,
The Golliwogs,
Skaos,
Parry Music,
Bill Wells,
Brand Nubian,
The Dead C,
Barbara Tucker,
Tres Demented,
Josef K,
Jeru the Damaja,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Happenings,
Joe Smooth,
Kerri Chandler,
ABBA,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eli Mardock,
Bluetip,
John Coltrane,
The Gun Club,
Dawn Penn,
The Buckinghams,
Gang Green,
June Days,
Von Mondo,
Audionom,
Slick Rick,
Man Eating Sloth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roxy Music,
Michelle Simonal,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Alison Limerick,
The Misunderstood,
Black Flag,
Boredoms,
Lower 48,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Five Americans,
The Doors,
Hashim,
Livin' Joy,
Soft Cell,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Moody Blues,
Boogie Down Productions,
Anthony Braxton,
Joy Division,
The Litter,
The Gories,
Eddi Front,
The Smiths,
Unwound,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Sherman,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.