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 Korea North and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Wasted Youth to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
The Invisible,
Magma,
Dawn Penn,
The Vogues,
The Pretty Things,
Metal Thangz,
Sun Ra,
Connie Case,
Skriet,
Eden Ahbez,
Bang On A Can,
Sound Behaviour,
Mandrill,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Das Ding,
Moebius,
UT,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Zapp,
Country Teasers,
Glambeats Corp.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Blake Baxter,
Con Funk Shun,
Wire,
Nick Fraelich,
Mars,
Au Pairs,
Saccharine Trust,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sonic Youth,
Colin Newman,
Unrelated Segments,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soul II Soul,
Cybotron,
Hardrive,
Roy Ayers,
Accadde A,
Index,
Public Image Ltd.,
Panda Bear,
New Order,
L. Decosne,
Pere Ubu,
The Remains,
Mad Mike,
Outsiders,
Talk Talk,
PIL,
DJ Sneak,
In Retrospect,
B.T. Express,
Bill Wells,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gang Starr,
The Beau Brummels,
Freddie Wadling,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.