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 Philippines and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Shuggie Otis to the techno 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
T. Rex,
Roy Ayers,
Graham Central Station,
Cluster,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Alison Limerick,
Aloha Tigers,
Swell Maps,
CMW,
Altered Images,
Sarah Menescal,
The Smoke,
Black Bananas,
Soft Machine,
Pulsallama,
Magazine,
Henry Cow,
Wings,
Trumans Water,
Mission of Burma,
Roxette,
Maleditus Sound,
JFA,
A Certain Ratio,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rosa Yemen,
Organ,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mr. Review,
Scratch Acid,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Icehouse,
Kenny Larkin,
Siglo XX,
Dennis Brown,
Porter Ricks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Faraquet,
The Monochrome Set,
Excepter,
Bluetip,
The Cramps,
Ronan,
Ossler,
Susan Cadogan,
Adolescents,
Crooked Eye,
Q and Not U,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Residents,
Sparks,
Joey Negro,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pharoah Sanders,
X-Ray Spex,
The Happenings,
Darondo,
Chrome,
The Last Poets,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.