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 Pakistan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Edmonton and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Hashim to the rock 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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Vladislav Delay,
The Young Rascals,
Joy Division,
Quando Quango,
Soulsonic Force,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bronski Beat,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sonic Youth,
Fugazi,
Massinfluence,
Dawn Penn,
Clear Light,
Ornette Coleman,
L. Decosne,
Steve Hackett,
Todd Terry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Neu!,
The Leaves,
Mark Hollis,
Camberwell Now,
The Blues Magoos,
Marvin Gaye,
Byron Stingily,
Joyce Sims,
Lebanon Hanover,
Maurizio,
Loose Ends,
The Fire Engines,
Juan Atkins,
Basic Channel,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Royal Trux,
Ronnie Foster,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cecil Taylor,
Michelle Simonal,
Sex Pistols,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Procol Harum,
Radiopuhelimet,
This Heat,
Harry Pussy,
Bootsy Collins,
Fatback Band,
Reagan Youth,
Barrington Levy,
Black Moon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Detroit Cobras,
8 Eyed Spy,
Los Fastidios,
Rakim,
Graham Central Station,
MDC,
Yusef Lateef,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.