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 Malaysia and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes 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 Sparks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace 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?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Michelle Simonal,
Todd Terry,
Swans,
Wings,
Pulsallama,
The Zeros,
Bill Near,
Television,
Roxy Music,
Gregory Isaacs,
Donald Byrd,
Deadbeat,
Maleditus Sound,
Gichy Dan,
Tubeway Army,
Animal Collective,
Funkadelic,
Y Pants,
Drexciya,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rosa Yemen,
John Coltrane,
Yaz,
Marc Almond,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jawbox,
Joe Smooth,
Flipper,
In Retrospect,
Eli Mardock,
Little Man,
Althea and Donna,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Stetsasonic,
Mars,
Gabor Szabo,
JFA,
Swell Maps,
Kaleidoscope,
Das Ding,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Pus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
David McCallum,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Selecter,
The Music Machine,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Albert Ayler,
The Dead C,
Kas Product,
John Lydon,
Crime,
Josef K,
Eddi Front,
Subhumans,
Amon Düül II,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.