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 Slovenia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pylon to the grime 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
The Trojans,
Mark Hollis,
The New Christs,
L. Decosne,
Pet Shop Boys,
Q65,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Silicon Teens,
The Birthday Party,
Panda Bear,
Eddi Front,
Donny Hathaway,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Offenders,
Brass Construction,
Radio Birdman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Make Up,
Organ,
Tom Boy,
Leonard Cohen,
Bush Tetras,
These Immortal Souls,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Coltrane,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lou Christie,
Mantronix,
Skriet,
FM Einheit,
Slick Rick,
Essential Logic,
Audionom,
Basic Channel,
48th St. Collective,
X-101,
Lower 48,
Amon Düül II,
Ohio Players,
Yaz,
Blossom Toes,
Wally Richardson,
The Cowsills,
Marmalade,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kevin Saunderson,
Grauzone,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Sonics,
Alton Ellis,
Soul Sonic Force,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
cv313,
Jawbox,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Man Eating Sloth,
Aloha Tigers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rekid,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.