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 Maldives and from Houston.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Spoonie Gee to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
The Toasters,
Mantronix,
David Bowie,
Lakeside,
Lou Christie,
Susan Cadogan,
Chris & Cosey,
The Young Rascals,
PIL,
Bush Tetras,
Joey Negro,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mission of Burma,
Public Enemy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Music Machine,
Hardrive,
Dawn Penn,
Spandau Ballet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The American Breed,
Lightning Bolt,
Cymande,
Peter & Gordon,
Al Stewart,
Joyce Sims,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fugazi,
Grauzone,
Ken Boothe,
Aswad,
The Dirtbombs,
Interpol,
Spoonie Gee,
Das Ding,
Oneida,
Bronski Beat,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Byron Stingily,
Make Up,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Inner City,
Kerri Chandler,
Rosa Yemen,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Swell Maps,
Hot Snakes,
Reagan Youth,
Popol Vuh,
Soft Cell,
Surgeon,
Wire,
Thee Headcoats,
the Association,
Cluster,
Desert Stars,
OOIOO,
Cheater Slicks,
Darondo,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.