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 Kyrgyzstan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Franke to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bang On A Can,
Eric Copeland,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pierre Henry,
Essential Logic,
DNA,
Groovy Waters,
Robert Hood,
Anakelly,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Deadbeat,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Depeche Mode,
Alton Ellis,
DJ Sneak,
The Searchers,
Davy DMX,
The Fuzztones,
Wolf Eyes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
X-Ray Spex,
Average White Band,
Carl Craig,
Thompson Twins,
Gabor Szabo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ituana,
MC5,
The Count Five,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ossler,
Visage,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bob Dylan,
Hot Snakes,
Desert Stars,
Khruangbin,
The Neon Judgement,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fatback Band,
Hoover,
Kaleidoscope,
John Foxx,
Radiohead,
Altered Images,
Angry Samoans,
Lower 48,
The Pop Group,
Delta 5,
Ornette Coleman,
Funkadelic,
Kenny Larkin,
Pylon,
Cheater Slicks,
H. Thieme,
Nik Kershaw,
Television Personalities,
Goldenarms,
the Germs,
Vladislav Delay,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.