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 Papua New Guinea and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
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 arpeggiator 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 Aloha Tigers to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Joe Smooth,
The Raincoats,
Gil Scott Heron,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hashim,
Freddie Wadling,
Pole,
Prince Buster,
Skaos,
Jandek,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Radiohead,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crooked Eye,
Kas Product,
Jimmy McGriff,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cluster,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Litter,
Juan Atkins,
X-102,
Niagra,
The Smiths,
The Gap Band,
Infiniti,
Lungfish,
Symarip,
ABBA,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The United States of America,
Bootsy Collins,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Idris Muhammad,
Mary Jane Girls,
Index,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Erasure,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The New Christs,
Moby Grape,
Brick,
Youth Brigade,
Kevin Saunderson,
Alice Coltrane,
These Immortal Souls,
Magma,
Funkadelic,
Sandy B,
Crash Course in Science,
AZ,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Pretty Things,
The Residents,
Arab on Radar,
Accadde A,
Glenn Branca,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.