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 Lithuania and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pierre Henry to the electroclash 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Stiv Bators,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Agent Orange,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
kango's stein massive,
Black Bananas,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Alton Ellis,
The Divine Comedy,
DJ Sneak,
Iggy Pop,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bill Wells,
Procol Harum,
Accadde A,
These Immortal Souls,
Chrome,
Pantytec,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wire,
Main Source,
The Neon Judgement,
Nils Olav,
Television Personalities,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tres Demented,
Black Sheep,
Barry Ungar,
Q and Not U,
Hasil Adkins,
Pharoah Sanders,
Theoretical Girls,
Wally Richardson,
Rufus Thomas,
The Angels of Light,
Faust,
Desert Stars,
Silicon Teens,
Ronnie Foster,
The Raincoats,
DNA,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Little Man,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Funkadelic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sonic Youth,
One Last Wish,
Circle Jerks,
The Buckinghams,
Minny Pops,
Chris & Cosey,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Five Americans,
Lou Christie,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Black Dice,
Von Mondo,
The Doors,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cluster,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.