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 Grenada and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the marimba 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 Half Japanese to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Raincoats,
Althea and Donna,
John Foxx,
10cc,
Derrick Morgan,
Harmonia,
The Seeds,
Section 25,
Gerry Rafferty,
Matthew Bourne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
ABBA,
Funkadelic,
The Associates,
Jeff Mills,
Sparks,
Monks,
Camberwell Now,
Desert Stars,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lalo Schifrin,
Babytalk,
Con Funk Shun,
Amon Düül,
Eddi Front,
The Searchers,
Avey Tare,
Ponytail,
Clear Light,
Pantytec,
Godley & Creme,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
AZ,
Zero Boys,
Grey Daturas,
Robert Hood,
Suburban Knight,
Gong,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Warren Ellis,
Ultra Naté,
Ludus,
DJ Style,
Icehouse,
Bauhaus,
Negative Approach,
Joy Division,
Royal Trux,
David Bowie,
The Victims,
Pagans,
The Index,
Jandek,
Easy Going,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Simply Red,
Model 500,
Chris & Cosey,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.