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 New Zealand and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Michael McDonald 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 Max Romeo to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wally Richardson,
Nils Olav,
Bobby Sherman,
Goldenarms,
The Wake,
Mo-Dettes,
Sun Ra,
Spoonie Gee,
Cluster,
Matthew Bourne,
The Human League,
Cameo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Stockholm Monsters,
Connie Case,
Swans,
UT,
Jeru the Damaja,
Don Cherry,
Adolescents,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pantaleimon,
Depeche Mode,
Toni Rubio,
Electric Prunes,
H. Thieme,
the Normal,
Prince Buster,
The Techniques,
Section 25,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Popol Vuh,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
DJ Sneak,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Arthur Verocai,
La Düsseldorf,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Radio Birdman,
The Flesh Eaters,
Main Source,
Hot Snakes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gerry Rafferty,
Faraquet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Grauzone,
Nico,
Sixth Finger,
Carl Craig,
Funky Four + One,
Judy Mowatt,
Camouflage,
Accadde A,
Radiohead,
The Mojo Men,
Crime,
Franke,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.