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 Nepal and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Deakin to the rock 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Visage,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fugazi,
Smog,
Nirvana,
Tears for Fears,
The Busters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
10cc,
Bang On A Can,
These Immortal Souls,
Eli Mardock,
Aloha Tigers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Cale,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Bar-Kays,
Parry Music,
Ultravox,
Joensuu 1685,
Maurizio,
Au Pairs,
Dead Boys,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eric Dolphy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lee Hazlewood,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Altered Images,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Whodini,
Y Pants,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Patti Smith,
K-Klass,
Mad Mike,
Slick Rick,
Rakim,
8 Eyed Spy,
Talk Talk,
Scion,
Mark Hollis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Deadbeat,
Terry Callier,
Section 25,
Ronnie Foster,
Nas,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gabor Szabo,
Jeff Mills,
ABC,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Joyce Sims,
Stiv Bators,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Green,
Los Fastidios,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.