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 Chad and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 The Associates to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
June of 44,
Accadde A,
The Pop Group,
Lungfish,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Blackbyrds,
The Trojans,
Fear,
The Skatalites,
Rotary Connection,
Cal Tjader,
Faraquet,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
New Age Steppers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lalann,
Black Bananas,
Can,
The United States of America,
Lakeside,
Radio Birdman,
Andrew Hill,
Tomorrow,
Sarah Menescal,
Maurizio,
the Fania All-Stars,
Deakin,
Maleditus Sound,
Adolescents,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marmalade,
The Fugs,
Unrelated Segments,
Bang On A Can,
The Kinks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Associates,
Fluxion,
Dawn Penn,
Neu!,
Amazonics,
Marvin Gaye,
Jeff Mills,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Royal Trux,
Main Source,
Scrapy,
Easy Going,
kango's stein massive,
Minutemen,
Vainqueur,
Alice Coltrane,
PIL,
Agitation Free,
Fatback Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.