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 Greece and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Cybotron,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lou Reed,
The Dead C,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
New Age Steppers,
Throbbing Gristle,
David McCallum,
Junior Murvin,
Suicide,
The Durutti Column,
E-Dancer,
Ponytail,
Lower 48,
Matthew Halsall,
Dead Boys,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Mummies,
Barrington Levy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Agent Orange,
Y Pants,
Rekid,
Fugazi,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Invisible,
Unrelated Segments,
Livin' Joy,
Dawn Penn,
The Sound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mo-Dettes,
Ice-T,
Ronan,
Von Mondo,
Grey Daturas,
Charles Mingus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Steve Hackett,
Pantytec,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bill Wells,
Carl Craig,
Easy Going,
Aloha Tigers,
Peter & Gordon,
Eden Ahbez,
Alice Coltrane,
Thee Headcoats,
Harmonia,
China Crisis,
Scion,
The Detroit Cobras,
Robert Wyatt,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Boz Scaggs,
Marvin Gaye,
Goldenarms,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.