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 Algeria and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 David Bowie 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 The Black Dice to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Josef K,
Swans,
June of 44,
Jeff Mills,
Dual Sessions,
Sun Ra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gichy Dan,
Skarface,
New York Dolls,
Half Japanese,
James White and The Blacks,
Mark Hollis,
Q and Not U,
Quadrant,
The Dave Clark Five,
8 Eyed Spy,
LL Cool J,
Maurizio,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Siglo XX,
Sister Nancy,
Joey Negro,
Hoover,
The Index,
Bobby Byrd,
Electric Prunes,
The New Christs,
Rotary Connection,
Kool Moe Dee,
Infiniti,
Joe Finger,
The Neon Judgement,
The Remains,
Connie Case,
Organ,
Skaos,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bush Tetras,
The Young Rascals,
World's Most,
Judy Mowatt,
K-Klass,
The Moody Blues,
Barclay James Harvest,
Oblivians,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Grass Roots,
Rakim,
Cal Tjader,
Charles Mingus,
Scientists,
Soft Cell,
Ten City,
Panda Bear,
Bizarre Inc.,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ultravox,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.