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 Nicaragua and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Ohio Players,
Anakelly,
Thompson Twins,
Crime,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Remains,
The Residents,
Buzzcocks,
Trumans Water,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cecil Taylor,
X-102,
Barry Ungar,
Janne Schatter,
Frankie Knuckles,
Josef K,
Rotary Connection,
Matthew Bourne,
Alphaville,
Sonic Youth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Electric Prunes,
the Human League,
Section 25,
Soulsonic Force,
David Bowie,
The Smiths,
Desert Stars,
The Sonics,
Supertramp,
Brass Construction,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Maurizio,
the Germs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Stiv Bators,
Yusef Lateef,
Idris Muhammad,
Grandmaster Flash,
K-Klass,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cal Tjader,
Hoover,
Quantec,
Motorama,
Jerry Gold Smith,
DJ Sneak,
Aaron Thompson,
The Mummies,
Chrome,
Silicon Teens,
The Victims,
Fatback Band,
Massinfluence,
Ludus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The American Breed,
Marvin Gaye,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.