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 Saudi Arabia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Little Man,
Mark Hollis,
Alice Coltrane,
Mo-Dettes,
June of 44,
Faust,
Harmonia,
Barrington Levy,
Khruangbin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The United States of America,
Stockholm Monsters,
Terrestrial Tones,
This Heat,
Jacob Miller,
Kaleidoscope,
New York Dolls,
the Swans,
ABBA,
Wally Richardson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Whodini,
Radiopuhelimet,
Panda Bear,
Model 500,
Black Pus,
Sun City Girls,
Connie Case,
Groovy Waters,
Chris & Cosey,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Grey Daturas,
Bush Tetras,
Neil Young,
Rotary Connection,
Ronnie Foster,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hardrive,
Sam Rivers,
Jerry's Kids,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Carl Craig,
Duran Duran,
Derrick May,
Suicide,
Wings,
Infiniti,
Gang of Four,
Japan,
The Mummies,
Yaz,
The Sonics,
Maleditus Sound,
Quadrant,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Main Source,
Faraquet,
Nick Fraelich,
8 Eyed Spy,
New Order,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.