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 Uruguay and from Woodstock.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lower 48 to the punk 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Donald Byrd,
Althea and Donna,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Newcleus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lightning Bolt,
Yaz,
The Fortunes,
Minny Pops,
A Certain Ratio,
Crooked Eye,
Zero Boys,
Section 25,
Qualms,
Kerri Chandler,
The Shadows of Knight,
Harry Pussy,
Todd Terry,
Jandek,
Grandmaster Flash,
Schoolly D,
the Association,
Oblivians,
Scratch Acid,
New York Dolls,
The Black Dice,
Bauhaus,
Steve Hackett,
T. Rex,
David Axelrod,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Chris & Cosey,
Ultravox,
Hot Snakes,
Camouflage,
The Moleskins,
Joe Finger,
Funky Four + One,
Quantec,
Make Up,
Fear,
Rotary Connection,
Sun City Girls,
Altered Images,
Pierre Henry,
Massinfluence,
Negative Approach,
The Sonics,
Blancmange,
Franke,
the Normal,
Zapp,
Carl Craig,
Warren Ellis,
The Monks,
Bob Dylan,
Bad Manners,
Peter & Gordon,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.