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 Lithuania and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Gil Scott Heron to the grunge 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Music Machine,
The Tremeloes,
The Electric Prunes,
Reagan Youth,
Neu!,
Average White Band,
Josef K,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Durutti Column,
Lucky Dragons,
Stereo Dub,
the Swans,
Ronnie Foster,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mission of Burma,
Oneida,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scan 7,
DJ Sneak,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Bill Near,
Ice-T,
Pantaleimon,
These Immortal Souls,
John Coltrane,
Japan,
The Invisible,
the Sonics,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Chris Corsano,
Letta Mbulu,
The Monochrome Set,
Scratch Acid,
The Human League,
The Gories,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sound Behaviour,
Terrestrial Tones,
Essential Logic,
Skarface,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dual Sessions,
Funky Four + One,
Underground Resistance,
Boredoms,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barrington Levy,
The Divine Comedy,
Groovy Waters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Khruangbin,
Monks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
X-Ray Spex,
Wolf Eyes,
Sight & Sound,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.