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 Lesotho and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Boz Scaggs to the dance 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
8 Eyed Spy,
One Last Wish,
The Gladiators,
Gregory Isaacs,
L. Decosne,
Thompson Twins,
Albert Ayler,
Freddie Wadling,
Tomorrow,
Oneida,
Gang of Four,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Toasters,
Letta Mbulu,
Mark Hollis,
Urselle,
Tropical Tobacco,
James Chance & The Contortions,
David Bowie,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kurtis Blow,
Godley & Creme,
New Order,
David McCallum,
Pantytec,
Michelle Simonal,
Anthony Braxton,
The Dead C,
Animal Collective,
Crash Course in Science,
Desert Stars,
Hasil Adkins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sandy B,
Crispy Ambulance,
Toni Rubio,
Alphaville,
The Residents,
The Motions,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Y Pants,
Cecil Taylor,
Girls At Our Best!,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobby Byrd,
Brand Nubian,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Evens,
EPMD,
FM Einheit,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camouflage,
The Divine Comedy,
Morten Harket,
Iggy Pop,
Fugazi,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sister Nancy,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.