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 Netherlands and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Country Teasers to the rap 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Rosa Yemen,
Absolute Body Control,
Ultimate Spinach,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Arcadia,
The Leaves,
Sun City Girls,
U.S. Maple,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sixth Finger,
The Dirtbombs,
Peter & Gordon,
Amon Düül II,
Kerri Chandler,
Malaria!,
Blake Baxter,
Kool Moe Dee,
Michelle Simonal,
Howard Jones,
Radio Birdman,
The Fortunes,
The Kinks,
The Mojo Men,
Bobby Hutcherson,
New York Dolls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Spoonie Gee,
Soul II Soul,
The Sound,
Tom Boy,
Newcleus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Dead C,
Panda Bear,
Pierre Henry,
Derrick May,
The Residents,
Ultra Naté,
Cluster,
Reuben Wilson,
Mantronix,
Excepter,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sun Ra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Brand Nubian,
Half Japanese,
Animal Collective,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Stetsasonic,
Colin Newman,
Ronan,
The Beau Brummels,
The Five Americans,
Swell Maps,
Sarah Menescal,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.