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 Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Chris & Cosey to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nico,
Camouflage,
John Foxx,
Derrick May,
Los Fastidios,
Scion,
The Associates,
Joy Division,
Grauzone,
Motorama,
U.S. Maple,
Arab on Radar,
The Flesh Eaters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Remains,
Public Enemy,
Animal Collective,
Mr. Review,
Pulsallama,
Jimmy McGriff,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Funkadelic,
Essential Logic,
Black Moon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gastr Del Sol,
Erasure,
Cluster,
Stetsasonic,
ABC,
One Last Wish,
A Certain Ratio,
Kas Product,
Monolake,
KRS-One,
The Mojo Men,
Harry Pussy,
Jeff Mills,
Oneida,
The Standells,
Basic Channel,
The Happenings,
Joe Smooth,
Suburban Knight,
Donald Byrd,
Unrelated Segments,
Lungfish,
The Searchers,
Inner City,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
EPMD,
Joe Finger,
The Fall,
L. Decosne,
Glenn Branca,
Tom Boy,
the Normal,
The Durutti Column,
The Cramps,
Aaron Thompson,
Sixth Finger,
Sexual Harrassment,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.