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 Marshall Islands and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Eric Copeland to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Qualms,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Main Source,
Magazine,
Deepchord,
The Electric Prunes,
Kas Product,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Raincoats,
Japan,
The Smoke,
Essential Logic,
Erykah Badu,
The Human League,
Lyres,
the Germs,
Radio Birdman,
Stetsasonic,
Hardrive,
Tomorrow,
Procol Harum,
Drexciya,
the Human League,
The Neon Judgement,
The Vogues,
Piero Umiliani,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Zeros,
Vladislav Delay,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marc Almond,
Oblivians,
The Sonics,
Jesper Dahlback,
Little Man,
The Slackers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Young Rascals,
Lou Reed,
Rotary Connection,
The Mummies,
Chris Corsano,
Jerry's Kids,
Marvin Gaye,
Agitation Free,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jeff Lynne,
Skriet,
Neil Young,
Trumans Water,
Kayak,
Model 500,
Quadrant,
ABC,
Moby Grape,
Arab on Radar,
Terry Callier,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.