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 Benin and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Zapp to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Chris & Cosey,
Pere Ubu,
Black Sheep,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Smoke,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sparks,
The Star Department,
Los Fastidios,
The Move,
Albert Ayler,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Duran Duran,
The Angels of Light,
Reagan Youth,
OOIOO,
Godley & Creme,
Visage,
Bill Near,
Young Marble Giants,
Chrome,
Tres Demented,
The Cowsills,
Theoretical Girls,
The United States of America,
Lower 48,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jawbox,
Todd Rundgren,
Rakim,
Frankie Knuckles,
T. Rex,
Ronnie Foster,
Spoonie Gee,
Cecil Taylor,
Susan Cadogan,
Colin Newman,
Barry Ungar,
Moss Icon,
Sandy B,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eric Copeland,
The Evens,
Gichy Dan,
Clear Light,
Harpers Bizarre,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Birthday Party,
Minutemen,
Ultra Naté,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Misunderstood,
David McCallum,
Lou Christie,
Deakin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cal Tjader,
Scan 7,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.