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 Albania and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba 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 Gil Scott Heron to the crunk 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
PIL,
a-ha,
Jawbox,
Whodini,
Barbara Tucker,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Organ,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bang On A Can,
Black Bananas,
Little Man,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scratch Acid,
Pulsallama,
Ponytail,
Pantaleimon,
DNA,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The United States of America,
Andrew Hill,
Stiv Bators,
The Neon Judgement,
Carl Craig,
AZ,
Eden Ahbez,
Unwound,
The Count Five,
Pere Ubu,
Tim Buckley,
Wasted Youth,
Animal Collective,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tommy Roe,
The Misunderstood,
The Index,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dave Gahan,
X-102,
Scan 7,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pierre Henry,
kango's stein massive,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Mummies,
The Birthday Party,
Funkadelic,
Reuben Wilson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Steve Hackett,
Country Teasers,
Hoover,
B.T. Express,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rekid,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.