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 Estonia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Moby Grape to the techno 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Cheater Slicks,
Mission of Burma,
Howard Jones,
The Martian,
The Shadows of Knight,
Severed Heads,
The Neon Judgement,
OOIOO,
The Last Poets,
The Gun Club,
Jandek,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Barrington Levy,
The United States of America,
ABBA,
Janne Schatter,
Agitation Free,
Alphaville,
Sugar Minott,
The Names,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kenny Larkin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Easy Going,
Interpol,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eve St. Jones,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Q and Not U,
Moby Grape,
Delta 5,
The Happenings,
Can,
Josef K,
Sällskapet,
Altered Images,
Scientists,
Alton Ellis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Piero Umiliani,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pagans,
T. Rex,
Susan Cadogan,
10cc,
Ronan,
Stereo Dub,
Clear Light,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Radio Birdman,
The Seeds,
The Monochrome Set,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Normal,
Lucky Dragons,
Ash Ra Tempel,
David McCallum,
Carl Craig,
Davy DMX,
Bauhaus,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.