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 France and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Cheater Slicks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dual Sessions,
Basic Channel,
Niagra,
The Martian,
Sarah Menescal,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crispy Ambulance,
Warsaw,
Second Layer,
Ituana,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hardrive,
Crash Course in Science,
The Red Krayola,
Soul Sonic Force,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nik Kershaw,
Lower 48,
The Fire Engines,
The Busters,
Monolake,
Robert Görl,
Saccharine Trust,
Hoover,
Jacob Miller,
Laurel Aitken,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jeff Mills,
Archie Shepp,
Stiv Bators,
Livin' Joy,
Brand Nubian,
The Tremeloes,
Camberwell Now,
Severed Heads,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rod Modell,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Make Up,
The J.B.'s,
Depeche Mode,
Anakelly,
The Dead C,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Gladiators,
ABC,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Motorama,
This Heat,
Dark Day,
John Cale,
The Pretty Things,
Porter Ricks,
Scott Walker,
The Buckinghams,
cv313,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Raincoats,
Tim Buckley,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.