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 Libya and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Q and Not U to the crunk 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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
The Associates,
Man Parrish,
Clear Light,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sound Behaviour,
Minnie Riperton,
Cymande,
Pantytec,
Masters at Work,
David McCallum,
The Monks,
Niagra,
Juan Atkins,
Buzzcocks,
Eric Dolphy,
Icehouse,
Technova,
Flipper,
Gang Starr,
Panda Bear,
The Alarm Clocks,
Harmonia,
Organ,
Crash Course in Science,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Radio Birdman,
New Order,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Royal Trux,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Lydon,
Main Source,
Slave,
Roger Hodgson,
10cc,
Kerrie Biddell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Barrington Levy,
The Saints,
Gerry Rafferty,
Agent Orange,
The Raincoats,
Spoonie Gee,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Pus,
Duran Duran,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Toasters,
Pantaleimon,
The Fuzztones,
Eden Ahbez,
Suburban Knight,
Cluster,
Dark Day,
John Foxx,
Alison Limerick,
Dorothy Ashby,
Simply Red,
Quantec,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.