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 Zambia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Niagra to the rap 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Gun Club,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Beau Brummels,
The Stooges,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Josef K,
Bad Manners,
Deepchord,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bizarre Inc.,
Motorama,
Neu!,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Moleskins,
Sight & Sound,
Funky Four + One,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Alphaville,
Mandrill,
David Axelrod,
Blancmange,
Judy Mowatt,
Mars,
Heaven 17,
kango's stein massive,
Banda Bassotti,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Victims,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sam Rivers,
The Saints,
Average White Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Prince Buster,
Janne Schatter,
OOIOO,
Urselle,
Electric Prunes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Y Pants,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Audionom,
Nas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Angry Samoans,
Excepter,
Mr. Review,
X-Ray Spex,
Tropical Tobacco,
Schoolly D,
Supertramp,
Pantaleimon,
Rekid,
Suburban Knight,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.