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 Netherlands and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Vladislav Delay,
EPMD,
Robert Wyatt,
Flipper,
Eric Copeland,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ultravox,
Sam Rivers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Hot Snakes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Silicon Teens,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Guru Guru,
the Germs,
Man Parrish,
Parry Music,
a-ha,
Howard Jones,
The Move,
Swell Maps,
Sex Pistols,
Eden Ahbez,
Chris Corsano,
Model 500,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Yusef Lateef,
The Sound,
Eurythmics,
the Association,
The Cramps,
The Real Kids,
Scott Walker,
Johnny Osbourne,
Grauzone,
Robert Görl,
Scientists,
The Cure,
The Monks,
Mandrill,
Albert Ayler,
DJ Sneak,
the Slits,
Dark Day,
Nas,
Arthur Verocai,
Harmonia,
Cecil Taylor,
John Foxx,
The Evens,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gang Gang Dance,
Glenn Branca,
Depeche Mode,
Das Ding,
Andrew Hill,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Spoonie Gee,
Minor Threat,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.