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 Suriname and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin 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 Ultimate Spinach to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Excepter,
Ituana,
Livin' Joy,
Pussy Galore,
Los Fastidios,
Half Japanese,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Suicide,
The Gap Band,
The Residents,
H. Thieme,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cecil Taylor,
Country Teasers,
Mandrill,
Kenny Larkin,
Thee Headcoats,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Infiniti,
Eric Copeland,
Maleditus Sound,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Toasters,
Sixth Finger,
Spoonie Gee,
La Düsseldorf,
Mary Jane Girls,
Godley & Creme,
The Gladiators,
Max Romeo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Deakin,
Lebanon Hanover,
Warren Ellis,
Brand Nubian,
MC5,
The Stooges,
Japan,
Guru Guru,
Danielle Patucci,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Human League,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gong,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Oneida,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Pus,
The Fugs,
Minutemen,
Absolute Body Control,
The Wake,
Black Sheep,
Hardrive,
The Last Poets,
Siglo XX,
Underground Resistance,
Khruangbin,
Lungfish,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.