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 Turkey and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Leonard Cohen to the electroclash 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Deakin,
Josef K,
Pierre Henry,
Neu!,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fugazi,
Monks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crispian St. Peters,
Stetsasonic,
The Slits,
U.S. Maple,
Hot Snakes,
James White and The Blacks,
UT,
Chris & Cosey,
Stereo Dub,
The Alarm Clocks,
Loose Ends,
Pagans,
Graham Central Station,
Liliput,
Lebanon Hanover,
Robert Wyatt,
Magazine,
Siglo XX,
The Velvet Underground,
Lalann,
the Normal,
Kayak,
The Evens,
Barrington Levy,
Idris Muhammad,
Erykah Badu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lungfish,
Joe Smooth,
Robert Görl,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Robert Hood,
The Doors,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hoover,
Swans,
MC5,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Godley & Creme,
Johnny Osbourne,
Derrick Morgan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Niagra,
The Real Kids,
Cal Tjader,
Bill Near,
Funkadelic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
AZ,
Malaria!,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.