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 Liechtenstein and from Delhi.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Donald Fagen 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 Young Marble Giants to the rap 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Panda Bear,
Scan 7,
Masters at Work,
the Swans,
The Saints,
Joe Smooth,
Eurythmics,
Moss Icon,
Donald Byrd,
Mo-Dettes,
Groovy Waters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jawbox,
John Foxx,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Liliput,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Niagra,
Grauzone,
Drexciya,
Junior Murvin,
Joensuu 1685,
kango's stein massive,
Nas,
Theoretical Girls,
Arab on Radar,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
CMW,
Lungfish,
Easy Going,
Alice Coltrane,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Techniques,
Warren Ellis,
The Knickerbockers,
Dark Day,
The Electric Prunes,
Urselle,
Roger Hodgson,
Ossler,
Can,
Ronan,
Soft Machine,
Brand Nubian,
The Skatalites,
Deakin,
Shoche,
Robert Görl,
Second Layer,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Modern Lovers,
Joey Negro,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Soft Cell,
Patti Smith,
Lou Christie,
James White and The Blacks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Motions,
Roy Ayers,
Technova,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.