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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Barrington Levy to the rap 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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
MC5,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joy Division,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ken Boothe,
The Fall,
Bobby Sherman,
Heaven 17,
Shoche,
Janne Schatter,
Fugazi,
Jandek,
H. Thieme,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Patti Smith,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fire Engines,
Bad Manners,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cal Tjader,
Angry Samoans,
Aural Exciters,
Visage,
Alton Ellis,
Fat Boys,
The Sonics,
Erykah Badu,
Oneida,
Cheater Slicks,
DJ Sneak,
Sound Behaviour,
The Birthday Party,
Japan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tom Boy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fear,
Al Stewart,
Kas Product,
Guru Guru,
OOIOO,
Talk Talk,
The Velvet Underground,
X-101,
kango's stein massive,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sixth Finger,
Black Flag,
Joensuu 1685,
Gastr Del Sol,
Camberwell Now,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Toasters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Das Ding,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Moleskins,
Albert Ayler,
Peter and Kerry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sight & Sound,
Pantaleimon,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.