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 Hungary and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the disco 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Loose Ends,
Drexciya,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Harry Pussy,
Mantronix,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Vainqueur,
Anakelly,
The Gories,
Eve St. Jones,
Reagan Youth,
Erasure,
Oneida,
Khruangbin,
Suicide,
Royal Trux,
Newcleus,
Scientists,
Barbara Tucker,
Nick Fraelich,
Marine Girls,
Soulsonic Force,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Alton Ellis,
Archie Shepp,
Section 25,
PIL,
The Blackbyrds,
The Happenings,
Faraquet,
Colin Newman,
Delta 5,
Stiv Bators,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Reuben Wilson,
KRS-One,
Rapeman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Groovy Waters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bauhaus,
Lower 48,
Average White Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
MDC,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Susan Cadogan,
Danielle Patucci,
Procol Harum,
Clear Light,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Parry Music,
Infiniti,
Ronan,
Malaria!,
Magazine,
Tres Demented,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.