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 Estonia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the marimba 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 Modern Lovers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Moebius,
Crispian St. Peters,
Boredoms,
Mars,
Warren Ellis,
Amon Düül II,
Desert Stars,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Lydon,
Cecil Taylor,
Spoonie Gee,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Leonard Cohen,
Minny Pops,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Blackbyrds,
The Raincoats,
Ronan,
Toni Rubio,
The Techniques,
The Beau Brummels,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Maurizio,
Niagra,
The Blues Magoos,
Funky Four + One,
Throbbing Gristle,
Technova,
Massinfluence,
Grauzone,
Black Flag,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Saccharine Trust,
Marshall Jefferson,
Barry Ungar,
Accadde A,
Youth Brigade,
8 Eyed Spy,
L. Decosne,
Tommy Roe,
Japan,
Sparks,
Crooked Eye,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nick Fraelich,
Wasted Youth,
Visage,
Trumans Water,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Womack,
The Skatalites,
Black Sheep,
cv313,
The Gories,
Robert Wyatt,
Alphaville,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.