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 Switzerland and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 World's Most to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Wire,
The Golliwogs,
Fugazi,
Flipper,
Steve Hackett,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scientists,
Michelle Simonal,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Boz Scaggs,
Erykah Badu,
Derrick Morgan,
The Kinks,
The Star Department,
The Dirtbombs,
Moby Grape,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pussy Galore,
Lindisfarne,
Archie Shepp,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Young Rascals,
Amon Düül II,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
H. Thieme,
Duran Duran,
Funkadelic,
Barbara Tucker,
Rekid,
Little Man,
Youth Brigade,
The Mojo Men,
Nik Kershaw,
Severed Heads,
Minnie Riperton,
Judy Mowatt,
Dead Boys,
ABBA,
Gil Scott Heron,
Stereo Dub,
Fluxion,
Porter Ricks,
Ornette Coleman,
Q65,
Toni Rubio,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Carl Craig,
The Pretty Things,
Mandrill,
Throbbing Gristle,
Simply Red,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Isaac Hayes,
The Monks,
Groovy Waters,
Wings,
The Cramps,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.