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 Palau and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Second Layer to the jazz 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Pole,
Matthew Halsall,
This Heat,
Warren Ellis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Brothers Johnson,
The Angels of Light,
Carl Craig,
Popol Vuh,
Colin Newman,
Boogie Down Productions,
Amon Düül,
Glenn Branca,
Basic Channel,
Grey Daturas,
Infiniti,
Trumans Water,
the Soft Cell,
Black Pus,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Happenings,
ABC,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gang Green,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sex Pistols,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jandek,
Brass Construction,
Sister Nancy,
Cybotron,
Johnny Clarke,
Echospace,
Bootsy Collins,
The Victims,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Residents,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fuzztones,
Piero Umiliani,
Tubeway Army,
Suburban Knight,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Motions,
New Order,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
DJ Sneak,
The Names,
The Walker Brothers,
Silicon Teens,
Sixth Finger,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Gun Club,
Chris Corsano,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Suicide,
Black Moon,
The Music Machine,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bush Tetras,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.