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 Bulgaria and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe 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 Q65 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Henry Cow,
Ornette Coleman,
Swans,
Dave Gahan,
Angry Samoans,
Alison Limerick,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Con Funk Shun,
Bluetip,
Tubeway Army,
Pylon,
Sparks,
Bad Manners,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Surgeon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Whodini,
Ken Boothe,
Gang of Four,
Zero Boys,
The New Christs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bootsy Collins,
Dawn Penn,
The Divine Comedy,
F. McDonald,
Roger Hodgson,
Vladislav Delay,
The Last Poets,
June of 44,
Brothers Johnson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Susan Cadogan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Subhumans,
Minnie Riperton,
Jerry's Kids,
Ultravox,
Black Sheep,
Ludus,
Minutemen,
Marmalade,
Ronan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Derrick Morgan,
Brick,
MDC,
Saccharine Trust,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Panda Bear,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Josef K,
John Coltrane,
Interpol,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Delta 5,
Warren Ellis,
Maurizio,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.