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 Uganda and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Andrew Hill to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster 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?
World's Most,
Urselle,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobby Womack,
David Bowie,
Cybotron,
Ituana,
DNA,
Terry Callier,
Spoonie Gee,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Infiniti,
Motorama,
Drexciya,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rites of Spring,
Man Parrish,
Dark Day,
Henry Cow,
Yusef Lateef,
The Red Krayola,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Zero Boys,
The Litter,
Jeru the Damaja,
Guru Guru,
the Human League,
48th St. Collective,
The Gun Club,
Pussy Galore,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dead Boys,
Maleditus Sound,
Ken Boothe,
Eve St. Jones,
Gregory Isaacs,
Au Pairs,
Hardrive,
Jacques Brel,
DJ Sneak,
Charles Mingus,
Camberwell Now,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Associates,
The Golliwogs,
Ludus,
Public Enemy,
Oblivians,
Ponytail,
Monolake,
Tom Boy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Morten Harket,
the Soft Cell,
Kenny Larkin,
Harmonia,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.