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 Yemen and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 spring reverb 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 Soulsonic Force to the rock 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Interpol,
Japan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Con Funk Shun,
F. McDonald,
Eric Dolphy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Reuben Wilson,
Hardrive,
Eurythmics,
Grauzone,
Gang of Four,
B.T. Express,
Sandy B,
Frankie Knuckles,
Radiohead,
Archie Shepp,
Warsaw,
Anthony Braxton,
Jawbox,
Easy Going,
Dorothy Ashby,
Janne Schatter,
Pantaleimon,
Hasil Adkins,
Amon Düül II,
Scan 7,
The Trojans,
The Litter,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ponytail,
June of 44,
Circle Jerks,
Sister Nancy,
Siglo XX,
Byron Stingily,
Sixth Finger,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Techniques,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dave Gahan,
The Happenings,
LL Cool J,
The Pretty Things,
The Busters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Invisible,
Aloha Tigers,
Vainqueur,
Lindisfarne,
Inner City,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Brand Nubian,
The Dirtbombs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Grey Daturas,
JFA,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sonny Sharrock,
Popol Vuh,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The New Christs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.