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 Cuba and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin 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 Bootsy Collins to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
New Order,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Smog,
The Golliwogs,
Livin' Joy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Visage,
10cc,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Magma,
Goldenarms,
The Move,
Chrome,
Ultra Naté,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Remains,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jandek,
Slick Rick,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Parry Music,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Matthew Bourne,
Banda Bassotti,
Lyres,
K-Klass,
Metal Thangz,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobby Byrd,
Henry Cow,
Barbara Tucker,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Sonics,
Sight & Sound,
The Beau Brummels,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
David Bowie,
Jacques Brel,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Moon,
Anthony Braxton,
Scan 7,
Dawn Penn,
The Mummies,
Todd Terry,
Rapeman,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jimmy McGriff,
Outsiders,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cal Tjader,
Steve Hackett,
Barrington Levy,
Massinfluence,
Tommy Roe,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Aaron Thompson,
Derrick May,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.