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 Cuba and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Robert Wyatt to the grime 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Terry Callier,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Barclay James Harvest,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Selecter,
The Blackbyrds,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Stiv Bators,
Joensuu 1685,
Public Enemy,
Lyres,
Nick Fraelich,
the Soft Cell,
Scion,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Michelle Simonal,
Ponytail,
Au Pairs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wings,
Warsaw,
Curtis Mayfield,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Cure,
The Wake,
Section 25,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cymande,
Albert Ayler,
Brothers Johnson,
Al Stewart,
the Slits,
Talk Talk,
Motorama,
Connie Case,
Crooked Eye,
Ituana,
Bluetip,
Max Romeo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
One Last Wish,
Arcadia,
Mars,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Althea and Donna,
Henry Cow,
Sandy B,
Saccharine Trust,
Dave Gahan,
Soul II Soul,
Harry Pussy,
James White and The Blacks,
Ultra Naté,
Funkadelic,
Carl Craig,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rapeman,
Lucky Dragons,
The Dirtbombs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Grey Daturas,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.