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 Somalia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba 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 Cecil Taylor to the crunk 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Jeff Mills,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The American Breed,
K-Klass,
Kerri Chandler,
Theoretical Girls,
Negative Approach,
Susan Cadogan,
Cymande,
Radiohead,
Black Moon,
Mo-Dettes,
Roy Ayers,
Newcleus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
John Holt,
Robert Hood,
Bizarre Inc.,
Banda Bassotti,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Audionom,
Roxette,
Blancmange,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Archie Shepp,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lungfish,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Magma,
June of 44,
Tres Demented,
Slave,
The Walker Brothers,
Au Pairs,
Rotary Connection,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Stereo Dub,
Wally Richardson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Toasters,
The Searchers,
Spoonie Gee,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Invisible,
Skarface,
Ituana,
The Mojo Men,
Grauzone,
Jesper Dahlback,
Moss Icon,
Judy Mowatt,
Henry Cow,
The Young Rascals,
Minor Threat,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.