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 Montenegro and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Chrome to the rap 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
The Red Krayola,
Fugazi,
Blancmange,
The Tremeloes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pierre Henry,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Gun Club,
Franke,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ludus,
cv313,
Graham Central Station,
Japan,
Guru Guru,
Jerry's Kids,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sight & Sound,
The Gladiators,
The Durutti Column,
Pussy Galore,
Babytalk,
Interpol,
Carl Craig,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Erykah Badu,
Bronski Beat,
Yaz,
Letta Mbulu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pantytec,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Doors,
David Axelrod,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Moleskins,
Sun Ra,
the Association,
Lakeside,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Outsiders,
Electric Prunes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Warsaw,
Schoolly D,
Mars,
Minutemen,
Kas Product,
The Detroit Cobras,
Robert Hood,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Half Japanese,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Excepter,
Blossom Toes,
Flash Fearless,
Unrelated Segments,
Fela Kuti,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.