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 Iraq and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 David Bowie 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the electroclash 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Pere Ubu,
Minor Threat,
Negative Approach,
Don Cherry,
Nirvana,
Q65,
Rotary Connection,
Excepter,
B.T. Express,
The Stooges,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dave Gahan,
Bluetip,
Siglo XX,
Marvin Gaye,
The Index,
Cal Tjader,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soft Machine,
Jawbox,
Robert Wyatt,
Alton Ellis,
Johnny Clarke,
Fat Boys,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kevin Saunderson,
Loose Ends,
Japan,
Minnie Riperton,
Technova,
the Sonics,
The Techniques,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Simply Red,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scrapy,
Desert Stars,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Unrelated Segments,
Terrestrial Tones,
Idris Muhammad,
the Normal,
June of 44,
8 Eyed Spy,
Q and Not U,
Model 500,
Maurizio,
Dawn Penn,
Malaria!,
Soft Cell,
Brass Construction,
Can,
Con Funk Shun,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Flag,
Y Pants,
Quando Quango,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.