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 Andorra and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Lou Reed 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 Fad Gadget to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
The Count Five,
Scion,
Pantaleimon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jeff Lynne,
Jerry's Kids,
The Pretty Things,
Nik Kershaw,
Smog,
Reuben Wilson,
Ornette Coleman,
Popol Vuh,
LL Cool J,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eurythmics,
The Selecter,
Bluetip,
Oblivians,
Crispy Ambulance,
Interpol,
Make Up,
Jacob Miller,
The Young Rascals,
Technova,
Q65,
The Tremeloes,
Crooked Eye,
U.S. Maple,
Joy Division,
Jawbox,
Fela Kuti,
Ossler,
The Star Department,
Glenn Branca,
Bob Dylan,
Eli Mardock,
The Toasters,
The Last Poets,
Minny Pops,
Rotary Connection,
Don Cherry,
Surgeon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
World's Most,
Erykah Badu,
The Slackers,
Unwound,
Black Moon,
The Slits,
Sound Behaviour,
The Wake,
The Five Americans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camberwell Now,
Gregory Isaacs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lower 48,
Yaz,
Mad Mike,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Blackbyrds,
Dual Sessions,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.