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 Suriname and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 David Bowie 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 Flesh Eaters to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Peter and Kerry,
Ponytail,
Charles Mingus,
Andrew Hill,
Mars,
Swans,
Tom Boy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Yaz,
Monks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
T.S.O.L.,
Connie Case,
Wire,
Guru Guru,
Lightning Bolt,
Arcadia,
Johnny Clarke,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cymande,
Soft Machine,
Gang Gang Dance,
Quando Quango,
Thompson Twins,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Moby Grape,
Cheater Slicks,
The Standells,
H. Thieme,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Brass Construction,
10cc,
The Five Americans,
Crash Course in Science,
Max Romeo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Slits,
The Barracudas,
The Gladiators,
The Saints,
Pere Ubu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Fania All-Stars,
Malaria!,
Metal Thangz,
The Vogues,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Depeche Mode,
Clear Light,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
FM Einheit,
Mantronix,
Radiohead,
Vladislav Delay,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Absolute Body Control,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.