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 Russia and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 H. Thieme to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Crash Course in Science,
Moebius,
Unwound,
Y Pants,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Motorama,
The Sound,
Organ,
Reuben Wilson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jacob Miller,
Trumans Water,
Tubeway Army,
Gastr Del Sol,
Susan Cadogan,
Average White Band,
the Human League,
David Axelrod,
Lower 48,
Brick,
Pierre Henry,
Harry Pussy,
Hardrive,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Parry Music,
Severed Heads,
The Gladiators,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kurtis Blow,
Warren Ellis,
Terry Callier,
Toni Rubio,
Spoonie Gee,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
In Retrospect,
Steve Hackett,
Easy Going,
Bad Manners,
Unrelated Segments,
Underground Resistance,
Cluster,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Names,
The Pretty Things,
Chris Corsano,
John Lydon,
Tim Buckley,
Dave Gahan,
Panda Bear,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Colin Newman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Excepter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Skatalites,
Echospace,
The Mojo Men,
Camberwell Now,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.