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 Ivory Coast and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Alison Limerick to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Copeland record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Star Department,
Nirvana,
The Neon Judgement,
The Monks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kas Product,
Cluster,
Jandek,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ossler,
Infiniti,
Rekid,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ornette Coleman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Seeds,
Lungfish,
The Misunderstood,
Judy Mowatt,
Glenn Branca,
Terry Callier,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Golliwogs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rufus Thomas,
R.M.O.,
Y Pants,
Monolake,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
World's Most,
Scion,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Circle Jerks,
Susan Cadogan,
Agent Orange,
X-102,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Wake,
Visage,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soft Machine,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Outsiders,
Nik Kershaw,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Can,
Cecil Taylor,
Buzzcocks,
Joy Division,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dawn Penn,
The Modern Lovers,
The Slits,
The Last Poets,
Black Pus,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cybotron,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Remains,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.