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 Guinea and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord 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 Faust to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Delta 5,
Mandrill,
Accadde A,
Supertramp,
Little Man,
The Wake,
Bobby Womack,
Con Funk Shun,
Andrew Hill,
Q65,
Ultravox,
Skriet,
Shoche,
Patti Smith,
Das Ding,
Erykah Badu,
Glenn Branca,
Angry Samoans,
Inner City,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kerrie Biddell,
Spandau Ballet,
Laurel Aitken,
The Cramps,
Camouflage,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Foxx,
The Toasters,
Niagra,
The Birthday Party,
MC5,
Chris Corsano,
Absolute Body Control,
The Cosmic Jokers,
10cc,
Skaos,
The J.B.'s,
Lebanon Hanover,
Neu!,
Idris Muhammad,
Pierre Henry,
Stockholm Monsters,
Agent Orange,
Roger Hodgson,
Rakim,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Maurizio,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Victims,
The Electric Prunes,
The Martian,
The Star Department,
DJ Style,
Boredoms,
The Pretty Things,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sonic Youth,
Smog,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.