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 Monaco and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
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 spring reverb 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 Supertramp to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
The Slackers,
Drexciya,
Nas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Circle Jerks,
ABBA,
Todd Terry,
D'Angelo,
Susan Cadogan,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Moon,
Sparks,
Sister Nancy,
Tubeway Army,
In Retrospect,
Roxy Music,
Ultra Naté,
Technova,
The Index,
Groovy Waters,
Shoche,
Sällskapet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scott Walker,
Index,
Mission of Burma,
Jesper Dahlback,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Slits,
Alison Limerick,
Don Cherry,
the Swans,
Thee Headcoats,
The Birthday Party,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scientists,
FM Einheit,
Jawbox,
China Crisis,
Stereo Dub,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rufus Thomas,
X-101,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Seeds,
Television Personalities,
Delta 5,
Suicide,
Mandrill,
Yaz,
Alton Ellis,
Half Japanese,
The Fall,
Model 500,
The Count Five,
cv313,
Bobby Sherman,
Amon Düül,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.