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 Lebanon and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Last Poets to the techno 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Nik Kershaw,
Arab on Radar,
X-101,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Stereo Dub,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hot Snakes,
Black Pus,
The Dead C,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fad Gadget,
James White and The Blacks,
Marvin Gaye,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Tremeloes,
Janne Schatter,
Sonic Youth,
Gabor Szabo,
Youth Brigade,
Quadrant,
Absolute Body Control,
The Human League,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Average White Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Moby Grape,
Joey Negro,
Bauhaus,
Amon Düül,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bob Dylan,
Scrapy,
Andrew Hill,
Ronnie Foster,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fear,
Ronan,
K-Klass,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ultimate Spinach,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Bananas,
Don Cherry,
The Star Department,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hashim,
Neu!,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tom Boy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fortunes,
the Human League,
Inner City,
Darondo,
New Order,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Real Kids,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camberwell Now,
Josef K,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.