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 Moldova and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the grime 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Reagan Youth,
Lightning Bolt,
The Invisible,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Idris Muhammad,
Unwound,
Spoonie Gee,
Altered Images,
Kenny Larkin,
Television,
The Count Five,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Chrome,
Urselle,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bush Tetras,
Gang Starr,
The Last Poets,
Bob Dylan,
Pole,
Dorothy Ashby,
Colin Newman,
Dave Gahan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
James White and The Blacks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tommy Roe,
The Doors,
Moss Icon,
Howard Jones,
Ken Boothe,
Brand Nubian,
Basic Channel,
Organ,
Japan,
Mark Hollis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Golliwogs,
Bad Manners,
Smog,
Skaos,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Monks,
Black Sheep,
L. Decosne,
Aural Exciters,
kango's stein massive,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Kinks,
Scrapy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bronski Beat,
Sun Ra,
Fad Gadget,
Thompson Twins,
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.