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 Panama and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Holger Czukay 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 Brick to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Todd Rundgren,
X-102,
Sugar Minott,
Rod Modell,
Aaron Thompson,
Schoolly D,
The Grass Roots,
Brick,
Todd Terry,
Thompson Twins,
Connie Case,
Tres Demented,
Don Cherry,
Zapp,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sam Rivers,
Gong,
Ultra Naté,
Section 25,
Rapeman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Royal Trux,
CMW,
The Vogues,
The American Breed,
The Fall,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cybotron,
The Residents,
Patti Smith,
Isaac Hayes,
Yusef Lateef,
Accadde A,
Lou Christie,
Chris & Cosey,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ponytail,
Black Flag,
Au Pairs,
The Slits,
Soul II Soul,
Severed Heads,
Underground Resistance,
The Toasters,
Lightning Bolt,
Lindisfarne,
Chris Corsano,
Gang Starr,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Maleditus Sound,
The Stooges,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dark Day,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sun Ra,
DJ Sneak,
Juan Atkins,
Brand Nubian,
Robert Görl,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.