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 Slovakia and from London.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Das Ding,
James White and The Blacks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bluetip,
Tres Demented,
The Remains,
La Düsseldorf,
Stereo Dub,
Andrew Hill,
Shuggie Otis,
Oblivians,
Smog,
Minutemen,
Lou Reed,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ten City,
Maleditus Sound,
Leonard Cohen,
Henry Cow,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Aaron Thompson,
UT,
The Real Kids,
Agitation Free,
Heaven 17,
Nation of Ulysses,
Section 25,
Banda Bassotti,
Mark Hollis,
The Last Poets,
Warren Ellis,
Von Mondo,
Panda Bear,
Scott Walker,
LL Cool J,
Eddi Front,
Rites of Spring,
Half Japanese,
Freddie Wadling,
Country Teasers,
Man Parrish,
Qualms,
Sun Ra,
Prince Buster,
Grandmaster Flash,
Simply Red,
The Velvet Underground,
The Misunderstood,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Can,
Cymande,
Monolake,
The Associates,
Parry Music,
Cheater Slicks,
Carl Craig,
Laurel Aitken,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dead Boys,
The Young Rascals,
Sandy B,
Chrome,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.