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 Mali and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb 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 FM Einheit to the techno 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
DJ Style,
the Swans,
Peter & Gordon,
Vladislav Delay,
Kurtis Blow,
Marvin Gaye,
Funkadelic,
Half Japanese,
Sixth Finger,
The Dirtbombs,
World's Most,
The Blues Magoos,
Severed Heads,
Absolute Body Control,
Underground Resistance,
Heaven 17,
X-101,
The Fugs,
The Skatalites,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pere Ubu,
Sex Pistols,
Jimmy McGriff,
UT,
Gong,
Prince Buster,
JFA,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Arcadia,
Camouflage,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Barrington Levy,
Alton Ellis,
One Last Wish,
Nico,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jawbox,
Liliput,
Albert Ayler,
Gregory Isaacs,
Deakin,
Drexciya,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Martian,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Modern Lovers,
Mantronix,
Icehouse,
EPMD,
Joy Division,
Gang Starr,
Organ,
The Gladiators,
The Tremeloes,
Althea and Donna,
Dark Day,
Eurythmics,
Carl Craig,
Lindisfarne,
Ornette Coleman,
10cc,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.