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 India and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer 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 Unrelated Segments to the disco 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Mantronix,
Henry Cow,
Roxy Music,
Mad Mike,
Can,
Soul Sonic Force,
Robert Hood,
Sällskapet,
Blossom Toes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Arcadia,
Tom Boy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jeff Lynne,
Mars,
Delon & Dalcan,
Barrington Levy,
R.M.O.,
E-Dancer,
Fat Boys,
The Invisible,
Animal Collective,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Cramps,
Pere Ubu,
Frankie Knuckles,
Prince Buster,
The Leaves,
Barry Ungar,
Toni Rubio,
The Gladiators,
Lee Hazlewood,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
China Crisis,
Anthony Braxton,
The Kinks,
Idris Muhammad,
Lakeside,
The Sound,
The Grass Roots,
The Sonics,
48th St. Collective,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roxette,
Loose Ends,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jandek,
The Gun Club,
Von Mondo,
Stiv Bators,
Ken Boothe,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
AZ,
Minny Pops,
Magma,
Ohio Players,
Eve St. Jones,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marine Girls,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.