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 Seychelles and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Chris Corsano,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Glenn Branca,
Avey Tare,
Traffic Nightmare,
Saccharine Trust,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Minor Threat,
One Last Wish,
DJ Sneak,
Rakim,
Black Bananas,
Anakelly,
Scientists,
Guru Guru,
John Coltrane,
Make Up,
Cymande,
Lightning Bolt,
Junior Murvin,
The Red Krayola,
the Sonics,
Dark Day,
Pantytec,
Malaria!,
Graham Central Station,
Ten City,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gang Green,
The J.B.'s,
PIL,
Oneida,
Kaleidoscope,
Agitation Free,
Brothers Johnson,
Patti Smith,
Funkadelic,
Symarip,
Don Cherry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Das Ding,
Easy Going,
Fad Gadget,
Silicon Teens,
Deepchord,
Stockholm Monsters,
Henry Cow,
Ronan,
Dual Sessions,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
U.S. Maple,
A Flock of Seagulls,
This Heat,
Shoche,
Camberwell Now,
Stereo Dub,
Lou Christie,
Black Moon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Faraquet,
Pulsallama,
Erasure,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.