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 Zimbabwe and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ralphi Rosario to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Sun Ra,
Steve Hackett,
Agent Orange,
Can,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Names,
Gong,
Excepter,
Lyres,
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Christie,
E-Dancer,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Raincoats,
Nils Olav,
Japan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
New York Dolls,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Slits,
Brothers Johnson,
Alison Limerick,
The Cure,
Saccharine Trust,
Television,
The Count Five,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Cramps,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pet Shop Boys,
Neil Young,
Spandau Ballet,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pulsallama,
Newcleus,
Bluetip,
K-Klass,
Faust,
Los Fastidios,
Dark Day,
June of 44,
Unrelated Segments,
Amon Düül,
The Pop Group,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Angels of Light,
Henry Cow,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Black Dice,
Minor Threat,
Crispian St. Peters,
PIL,
10cc,
Popol Vuh,
Kevin Saunderson,
Shuggie Otis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eden Ahbez,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Flag,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.