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 Portugal 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin 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 Wolf Eyes to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fear,
Nik Kershaw,
Guru Guru,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
DJ Sneak,
Barry Ungar,
Rekid,
Pulsallama,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Bananas,
Laurel Aitken,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hashim,
Brass Construction,
Roxette,
Delta 5,
Jerry Gold Smith,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Livin' Joy,
Magazine,
Amazonics,
Au Pairs,
Rapeman,
Mars,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Television,
The Misunderstood,
The Litter,
The Index,
Fatback Band,
Panda Bear,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Grauzone,
Easy Going,
Reuben Wilson,
Donald Byrd,
Mark Hollis,
The Fall,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Make Up,
The Moody Blues,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cybotron,
Faraquet,
Ultravox,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sandy B,
Minny Pops,
Index,
Kas Product,
Robert Hood,
Section 25,
Man Parrish,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nirvana,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Buckinghams,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.