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 Estonia and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Shoche,
Gang Green,
The Fuzztones,
Y Pants,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tom Boy,
The Smiths,
The Gap Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Mr. Review,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kool Moe Dee,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dawn Penn,
X-Ray Spex,
One Last Wish,
The Motions,
Gang Gang Dance,
Siglo XX,
Suburban Knight,
Delon & Dalcan,
Index,
Lindisfarne,
Delta 5,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jerry's Kids,
Joensuu 1685,
Judy Mowatt,
Altered Images,
Lou Reed,
The Cowsills,
Morten Harket,
Gang of Four,
Derrick Morgan,
Wasted Youth,
Yusef Lateef,
Magma,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Terrestrial Tones,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Last Poets,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mark Hollis,
The Fugs,
Q65,
Minutemen,
The Zeros,
The American Breed,
Ronan,
Guru Guru,
Fat Boys,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Negative Approach,
K-Klass,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.