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 Tonga and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Dual Sessions to the electroclash 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Don Cherry,
Avey Tare,
David McCallum,
Soft Machine,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobby Womack,
Technova,
Clear Light,
Porter Ricks,
Livin' Joy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Essential Logic,
Skriet,
UT,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
T.S.O.L.,
Faraquet,
Arcadia,
Idris Muhammad,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Half Japanese,
Black Bananas,
Erykah Badu,
Dave Gahan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Country Teasers,
Soul II Soul,
Derrick Morgan,
Amazonics,
John Cale,
Popol Vuh,
Qualms,
Das Ding,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gang Starr,
Dark Day,
Cluster,
Lou Christie,
Pole,
Mandrill,
Gang of Four,
The Durutti Column,
Camberwell Now,
Ludus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marmalade,
Los Fastidios,
Procol Harum,
Metal Thangz,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pantaleimon,
The Trojans,
Derrick May,
Drexciya,
Chris & Cosey,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scientists,
Judy Mowatt,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.