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 Zimbabwe and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
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 clarinet 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 Brothers Johnson to the funk 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Icehouse,
Henry Cow,
Sam Rivers,
Bush Tetras,
Japan,
The Busters,
June Days,
The Trojans,
The Grass Roots,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fugs,
Echospace,
Matthew Bourne,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Agitation Free,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Symarip,
Skaos,
Lalo Schifrin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tommy Roe,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Holt,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sun City Girls,
F. McDonald,
Bill Wells,
The Remains,
The Raincoats,
Basic Channel,
Slave,
Urselle,
Babytalk,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ten City,
Visage,
Mark Hollis,
Desert Stars,
Robert Wyatt,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Robert Görl,
Johnny Clarke,
Boredoms,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Invisible,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Metal Thangz,
The United States of America,
The Neon Judgement,
Warsaw,
Black Sheep,
Duran Duran,
Hashim,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joensuu 1685,
Chris Corsano,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.