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 Malawi and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Boredoms to the rock 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
The Searchers,
Loose Ends,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sound Behaviour,
Alison Limerick,
Toni Rubio,
Gang of Four,
The Pop Group,
The Slackers,
Roxette,
Black Moon,
Newcleus,
Jeff Mills,
Skriet,
Symarip,
The Vogues,
Kaleidoscope,
The Invisible,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rites of Spring,
Bobby Womack,
Von Mondo,
Agent Orange,
Mark Hollis,
Con Funk Shun,
The Buckinghams,
Monolake,
Pere Ubu,
Easy Going,
Moss Icon,
John Foxx,
Rotary Connection,
The Fall,
The Flesh Eaters,
David McCallum,
Nico,
Accadde A,
Stiv Bators,
kango's stein massive,
Derrick May,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nirvana,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Moebius,
JFA,
Joyce Sims,
Altered Images,
Aural Exciters,
Ornette Coleman,
Jacob Miller,
R.M.O.,
The Cowsills,
Roy Ayers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pantaleimon,
Skarface,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Arthur Verocai,
DJ Sneak,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.