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 South Sudan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 K-Klass to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Connie Case,
Junior Murvin,
Colin Newman,
Bill Near,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobby Byrd,
Stiv Bators,
Niagra,
The Divine Comedy,
Roxette,
Cymande,
Duran Duran,
The Dead C,
Scratch Acid,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Cowsills,
L. Decosne,
The Buckinghams,
Au Pairs,
Skriet,
Glenn Branca,
Scion,
Fela Kuti,
Panda Bear,
Sällskapet,
Harmonia,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nirvana,
The Fugs,
Fear,
Cluster,
Motorama,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Walker Brothers,
OOIOO,
Eddi Front,
Lower 48,
Ralphi Rosario,
Robert Hood,
Wire,
Symarip,
Schoolly D,
The Raincoats,
The Zeros,
Marvin Gaye,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ronnie Foster,
Lakeside,
Gichy Dan,
Arthur Verocai,
The Gladiators,
Joyce Sims,
Sparks,
Skaos,
Siglo XX,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Derrick May,
Kerrie Biddell,
Robert Wyatt,
Audionom,
Faust,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.