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 Vanuatu and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar 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 Gabor Szabo to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Camberwell Now,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Trumans Water,
Model 500,
Soul Sonic Force,
Subhumans,
Fat Boys,
The Electric Prunes,
The Durutti Column,
Donny Hathaway,
Laurel Aitken,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Maleditus Sound,
Flipper,
KRS-One,
Television,
Mr. Review,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Icehouse,
Mad Mike,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Blake Baxter,
Rekid,
ABC,
The Alarm Clocks,
Yusef Lateef,
Frankie Knuckles,
Y Pants,
Andrew Hill,
Lower 48,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fugazi,
The Zeros,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fluxion,
Motorama,
Intrusion,
Archie Shepp,
The Black Dice,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Yellowson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Doors,
Neu!,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Livin' Joy,
Sarah Menescal,
Radiohead,
Scrapy,
Scan 7,
Piero Umiliani,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Smog,
Derrick May,
Janne Schatter,
Bush Tetras,
The Red Krayola,
Magma,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.