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 Namibia and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Tropical Tobacco,
Theoretical Girls,
Sight & Sound,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lalo Schifrin,
La Düsseldorf,
Q and Not U,
Bronski Beat,
The Smoke,
Scott Walker,
June of 44,
Bobby Womack,
Oneida,
Eric Dolphy,
Matthew Halsall,
Popol Vuh,
Anthony Braxton,
Cymande,
Wire,
Masters at Work,
Symarip,
Japan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Qualms,
Magma,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Man Eating Sloth,
Quantec,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sparks,
The Five Americans,
The Slits,
Mission of Burma,
Nirvana,
The Monks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Carl Craig,
Shuggie Otis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
MC5,
Pierre Henry,
Trumans Water,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Victims,
The Seeds,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Al Stewart,
The Neon Judgement,
Roy Ayers,
Lucky Dragons,
Maleditus Sound,
LL Cool J,
Scion,
Joe Smooth,
Janne Schatter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Foxx,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Steve Hackett,
Flipper,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.