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 Finland and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the crunk 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Toni Rubio,
Aloha Tigers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Infiniti,
Monolake,
The Barracudas,
Y Pants,
Bobby Byrd,
World's Most,
Freddie Wadling,
Lindisfarne,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crooked Eye,
Sexual Harrassment,
Skaos,
Nik Kershaw,
Lungfish,
Technova,
Michelle Simonal,
T. Rex,
Rod Modell,
Electric Prunes,
Tommy Roe,
Joy Division,
Rosa Yemen,
Sällskapet,
Animal Collective,
Roxy Music,
Yellowson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Todd Rundgren,
Anthony Braxton,
Lower 48,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Alice Coltrane,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Brick,
Wolf Eyes,
The Wake,
Mandrill,
Fugazi,
Bad Manners,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pere Ubu,
The Index,
The Dead C,
Bluetip,
Altered Images,
Warren Ellis,
Eli Mardock,
Zero Boys,
David Axelrod,
Gang of Four,
Aural Exciters,
Groovy Waters,
Porter Ricks,
Warsaw,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.