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 Suriname and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Darondo,
Aswad,
Fugazi,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Radiohead,
Stereo Dub,
Monks,
Eli Mardock,
Moss Icon,
ABBA,
Subhumans,
Porter Ricks,
The Gladiators,
Barrington Levy,
Popol Vuh,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jandek,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kenny Larkin,
The Seeds,
Reuben Wilson,
The American Breed,
Danielle Patucci,
Warsaw,
The Smoke,
Alison Limerick,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roy Ayers,
The Victims,
The Gap Band,
Swans,
Althea and Donna,
Kerrie Biddell,
Terrestrial Tones,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Slackers,
the Sonics,
Hashim,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Aural Exciters,
Robert Hood,
Nik Kershaw,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Evens,
Quando Quango,
Liliput,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Yellowson,
The Pretty Things,
Sex Pistols,
June of 44,
Max Romeo,
The Kinks,
Sparks,
Bobby Sherman,
Model 500,
Pierre Henry,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.