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 Seychelles and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 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 The Grass Roots to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
the Germs,
Talk Talk,
The Remains,
Swans,
Sandy B,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Grass Roots,
MC5,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Gun Club,
Michelle Simonal,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nils Olav,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lucky Dragons,
Wasted Youth,
Ice-T,
Amazonics,
Kevin Saunderson,
La Düsseldorf,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fuzztones,
Graham Central Station,
48th St. Collective,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Pus,
Peter & Gordon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ponytail,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lower 48,
Lyres,
Visage,
Reuben Wilson,
Crispian St. Peters,
U.S. Maple,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Easy Going,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Moody Blues,
Kayak,
New Order,
Henry Cow,
the Soft Cell,
Byron Stingily,
the Normal,
Wolf Eyes,
Excepter,
Stiv Bators,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Unwound,
Fear,
New Age Steppers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Boz Scaggs,
Animal Collective,
Hasil Adkins,
Brass Construction,
Camouflage,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.