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 St Lucia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Sugar Minott to the grime 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
World's Most,
Sound Behaviour,
Pole,
Skaos,
Blake Baxter,
The Index,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fuzztones,
Eddi Front,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
B.T. Express,
The Knickerbockers,
Inner City,
David Axelrod,
Mary Jane Girls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bush Tetras,
Matthew Halsall,
Cameo,
Deadbeat,
Massinfluence,
Minny Pops,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
KRS-One,
Scrapy,
The Neon Judgement,
The J.B.'s,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sarah Menescal,
Essential Logic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Brothers Johnson,
Electric Prunes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lakeside,
Boz Scaggs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Interpol,
Livin' Joy,
Model 500,
Juan Atkins,
D'Angelo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
ABC,
H. Thieme,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crash Course in Science,
Swans,
Bang On A Can,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Cramps,
The Gun Club,
Niagra,
The Martian,
Echospace,
John Foxx,
The Dead C,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.