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 Bahamas and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Matthew Halsall to the grunge 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Wire,
Angry Samoans,
Fat Boys,
Scientists,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rotary Connection,
Lyres,
Nation of Ulysses,
Television Personalities,
Spandau Ballet,
June Days,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Country Teasers,
The Kinks,
Intrusion,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
R.M.O.,
Rosa Yemen,
K-Klass,
Alton Ellis,
Suburban Knight,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ornette Coleman,
Prince Buster,
The Velvet Underground,
Shoche,
The Fire Engines,
Freddie Wadling,
Crooked Eye,
AZ,
Letta Mbulu,
Delta 5,
Lower 48,
Aloha Tigers,
Harmonia,
Black Sheep,
The Skatalites,
Hardrive,
Danielle Patucci,
Pole,
Soft Machine,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nick Fraelich,
Newcleus,
EPMD,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cybotron,
The Cure,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
MDC,
The Searchers,
Glenn Branca,
Chris & Cosey,
The Mojo Men,
Brothers Johnson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Last Poets,
Laurel Aitken,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.