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 Senegal and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 David McCallum to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Ronan,
Eric Copeland,
Marine Girls,
F. McDonald,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ponytail,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pierre Henry,
UT,
The Tremeloes,
Bobby Byrd,
Youth Brigade,
The Kinks,
Rakim,
Fatback Band,
Lindisfarne,
Byron Stingily,
Tom Boy,
The Fall,
Tomorrow,
Gong,
Lightning Bolt,
Eve St. Jones,
Moby Grape,
Toni Rubio,
Sonic Youth,
Swans,
The Happenings,
Jeff Mills,
The Cramps,
Bronski Beat,
Gang Gang Dance,
Funky Four + One,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bill Near,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Delon & Dalcan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fugazi,
Soulsonic Force,
Yazoo,
Sarah Menescal,
L. Decosne,
Rosa Yemen,
Sonny Sharrock,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Moebius,
Skriet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Piero Umiliani,
Pylon,
Warsaw,
Clear Light,
Dawn Penn,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Offenders,
Bill Wells,
Royal Trux,
Accadde A,
Wally Richardson,
B.T. Express,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.