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 Rwanda and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Barrington Levy to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Agent Orange,
Barrington Levy,
Hashim,
Jandek,
Johnny Clarke,
Cecil Taylor,
The Move,
Anthony Braxton,
Fela Kuti,
H. Thieme,
Black Moon,
Severed Heads,
Hasil Adkins,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dual Sessions,
Maurizio,
Urselle,
David McCallum,
The Divine Comedy,
Juan Atkins,
The Sound,
Vladislav Delay,
Cluster,
Y Pants,
Moebius,
48th St. Collective,
Japan,
The Martian,
Leonard Cohen,
Pantaleimon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lebanon Hanover,
Chris & Cosey,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Flash Fearless,
Todd Terry,
B.T. Express,
Bobby Byrd,
Parry Music,
Black Pus,
Mark Hollis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nico,
Reuben Wilson,
Archie Shepp,
Jeff Lynne,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tears for Fears,
Das Ding,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Leaves,
The Misunderstood,
Henry Cow,
Warsaw,
The Mummies,
Radiohead,
Dark Day,
Arab on Radar,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
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.