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 Ireland and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Minor Threat to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Amon Düül,
X-102,
Public Enemy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hasil Adkins,
Rufus Thomas,
The Cramps,
Bootsy Collins,
The Saints,
Tomorrow,
Brass Construction,
The Gories,
Morten Harket,
ABBA,
Franke,
Talk Talk,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bill Wells,
Urselle,
Half Japanese,
Archie Shepp,
Neil Young,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Birthday Party,
Erykah Badu,
The Velvet Underground,
The Names,
Livin' Joy,
Maurizio,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rod Modell,
The Techniques,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Slits,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Harry Pussy,
Connie Case,
Kaleidoscope,
The Music Machine,
Japan,
Colin Newman,
MDC,
the Human League,
This Heat,
Oneida,
H. Thieme,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Vogues,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mantronix,
Barrington Levy,
Electric Prunes,
Easy Going,
The Star Department,
Little Man,
Prince Buster,
The Modern Lovers,
Television Personalities,
Qualms,
Carl Craig,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.