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 Maldives and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 New York and Woodstock.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Simply Red 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Chris & Cosey,
Danielle Patucci,
Moby Grape,
The Monks,
James White and The Blacks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Pus,
Joensuu 1685,
The Move,
Surgeon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Monolake,
Intrusion,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Chris Corsano,
Sun Ra,
Byron Stingily,
ABC,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Flag,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Knickerbockers,
kango's stein massive,
Barrington Levy,
Gong,
Lou Reed,
Rekid,
Skriet,
Outsiders,
Make Up,
Tears for Fears,
The Grass Roots,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Donald Byrd,
Ituana,
Parry Music,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Sound,
Scratch Acid,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eve St. Jones,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Slave,
Joy Division,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Public Enemy,
CMW,
Jeff Lynne,
Moss Icon,
Robert Hood,
Bill Near,
Cymande,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.