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 Russia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Marmalade to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Quantec,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Isaac Hayes,
The Five Americans,
David Axelrod,
Fluxion,
Rites of Spring,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Sound,
The Dead C,
Pierre Henry,
Sandy B,
Nick Fraelich,
Stockholm Monsters,
Supertramp,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sam Rivers,
Glenn Branca,
The Misunderstood,
kango's stein massive,
a-ha,
Mo-Dettes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crash Course in Science,
Eurythmics,
Lou Reed,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
This Heat,
Andrew Hill,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Cale,
Charles Mingus,
The Skatalites,
Lee Hazlewood,
Agitation Free,
Amazonics,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Model 500,
Y Pants,
Warren Ellis,
The Knickerbockers,
The Last Poets,
Dawn Penn,
The Mummies,
The Alarm Clocks,
Camouflage,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Arab on Radar,
Jandek,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Reuben Wilson,
Los Fastidios,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Erykah Badu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.