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 Korea South and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Captain Beefheart 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 The Standells to the jazz 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Archie Shepp,
Quantec,
Blossom Toes,
Harry Pussy,
Suburban Knight,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Wake,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Khruangbin,
Barclay James Harvest,
Talk Talk,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ornette Coleman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Pretty Things,
Roy Ayers,
Echospace,
A Certain Ratio,
The Monks,
Joyce Sims,
Q and Not U,
Eric Dolphy,
The Knickerbockers,
kango's stein massive,
Gabor Szabo,
the Normal,
This Heat,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Smiths,
Trumans Water,
Das Ding,
Jesper Dahlback,
Deadbeat,
Rites of Spring,
Marc Almond,
The Saints,
Bang On A Can,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bootsy Collins,
The Names,
Chris & Cosey,
Skriet,
Gastr Del Sol,
Agitation Free,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Absolute Body Control,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Raincoats,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ohio Players,
The Blues Magoos,
Stetsasonic,
Scion,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cal Tjader,
Reuben Wilson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lightning Bolt,
Pylon,
Thompson Twins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.