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 Mali and from Jakarta.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet 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 Tom Boy to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Ultravox,
Josef K,
R.M.O.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sarah Menescal,
Minnie Riperton,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Agitation Free,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Misunderstood,
Public Enemy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gastr Del Sol,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Pretty Things,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Sonics,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Duran Duran,
The Saints,
Throbbing Gristle,
Robert Görl,
Harpers Bizarre,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Depeche Mode,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wasted Youth,
F. McDonald,
Second Layer,
Joe Smooth,
Erykah Badu,
Funkadelic,
Warren Ellis,
Isaac Hayes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Half Japanese,
Siglo XX,
Interpol,
Metal Thangz,
Freddie Wadling,
Tears for Fears,
Audionom,
Man Parrish,
Alphaville,
Jeff Mills,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Little Man,
Bobby Womack,
AZ,
D'Angelo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lightning Bolt,
Peter & Gordon,
Aural Exciters,
Youth Brigade,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Johnny Osbourne,
Theoretical Girls,
Tom Boy,
Jandek,
Patti Smith,
Cybotron,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.