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 Liechtenstein and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the dance 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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
The Star Department,
Avey Tare,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Buzzcocks,
Josef K,
Sandy B,
Wolf Eyes,
The Names,
Pharoah Sanders,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Associates,
Roy Ayers,
Banda Bassotti,
Franke,
The Motions,
Surgeon,
Motorama,
E-Dancer,
Trumans Water,
B.T. Express,
Scrapy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Michelle Simonal,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Malaria!,
The Slackers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Barrington Levy,
The Kinks,
Alton Ellis,
Moebius,
Cheater Slicks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The United States of America,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Desert Stars,
Rosa Yemen,
Scott Walker,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hot Snakes,
Supertramp,
Los Fastidios,
The Residents,
Erykah Badu,
Bad Manners,
Yazoo,
Gichy Dan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Skaos,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Vogues,
the Sonics,
Danielle Patucci,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Theoretical Girls,
Gong,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ornette Coleman,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.