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 Moldova and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
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 Michael McDonald 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 Monks to the techno 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Ituana,
Howard Jones,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Hasil Adkins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eve St. Jones,
Anakelly,
Excepter,
Cluster,
the Sonics,
Agent Orange,
Scrapy,
Roger Hodgson,
Peter & Gordon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Flamin' Groovies,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Swans,
Piero Umiliani,
Newcleus,
Chris Corsano,
Andrew Hill,
Crispian St. Peters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DNA,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Maleditus Sound,
T.S.O.L.,
The American Breed,
The Index,
Brothers Johnson,
Monks,
Tubeway Army,
Popol Vuh,
Todd Rundgren,
The Happenings,
Henry Cow,
Hardrive,
Black Sheep,
Sound Behaviour,
Sight & Sound,
Dawn Penn,
Vladislav Delay,
10cc,
Judy Mowatt,
Boz Scaggs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tim Buckley,
OOIOO,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Motions,
Yazoo,
Deadbeat,
Quando Quango,
Idris Muhammad,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lou Reed,
Avey Tare,
Barry Ungar,
Camberwell Now,
The Neon Judgement,
The Mummies,
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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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.