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 Ukraine and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba 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 Swans to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Banda Bassotti,
Essential Logic,
Al Stewart,
Mission of Burma,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Aswad,
Can,
Buzzcocks,
The Angels of Light,
The Stooges,
Vainqueur,
Peter & Gordon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Loose Ends,
Matthew Halsall,
Toni Rubio,
Barbara Tucker,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Easy Going,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Real Kids,
UT,
Robert Hood,
Avey Tare,
Brand Nubian,
Lee Hazlewood,
kango's stein massive,
Quadrant,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Los Fastidios,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Franke,
The Searchers,
Morten Harket,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Infiniti,
Peter and Kerry,
The Birthday Party,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
World's Most,
The Skatalites,
Wolf Eyes,
Grauzone,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kaleidoscope,
Derrick May,
Joyce Sims,
Average White Band,
Make Up,
Tim Buckley,
Monolake,
Duran Duran,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Barry Ungar,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.