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 Kosovo and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe 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 Sisters of Mercy to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Stiv Bators,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Iggy Pop,
Marmalade,
Terry Callier,
New York Dolls,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fuzztones,
The Barracudas,
Rapeman,
cv313,
L. Decosne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Josef K,
DJ Style,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Warren Ellis,
The Vogues,
Gichy Dan,
Easy Going,
Cymande,
The Stooges,
Wolf Eyes,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Blackbyrds,
Subhumans,
Hardrive,
Kurtis Blow,
Lalann,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Selecter,
Von Mondo,
CMW,
Supertramp,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ultravox,
Donny Hathaway,
Jeru the Damaja,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scion,
PIL,
Anthony Braxton,
The Sonics,
kango's stein massive,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jandek,
Deepchord,
Graham Central Station,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tears for Fears,
Sun Ra,
Eve St. Jones,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.