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 United States and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Sarah Menescal to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Litter,
Con Funk Shun,
The Moody Blues,
Funky Four + One,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Babytalk,
Mars,
X-Ray Spex,
Blake Baxter,
The Monks,
Tommy Roe,
Rotary Connection,
Amon Düül II,
Brand Nubian,
Patti Smith,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Grass Roots,
Moby Grape,
Fela Kuti,
Gabor Szabo,
Organ,
Sound Behaviour,
The Real Kids,
FM Einheit,
Neu!,
Peter & Gordon,
Bill Near,
Scan 7,
Crispy Ambulance,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nils Olav,
The Moleskins,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fuzztones,
Skaos,
Big Daddy Kane,
Warsaw,
Pylon,
ABC,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Cramps,
Marvin Gaye,
Depeche Mode,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ultravox,
Ossler,
a-ha,
the Normal,
Grauzone,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Technova,
The Offenders,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
New Age Steppers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
DJ Style,
Bronski Beat,
Eddi Front,
Laurel Aitken,
Theoretical Girls,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.