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 Angola and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
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 arpeggiator 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 Eurythmics to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Trumans Water,
Harmonia,
Pussy Galore,
The Fire Engines,
Derrick Morgan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tres Demented,
Visage,
Soft Cell,
Japan,
Marine Girls,
The Residents,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Moody Blues,
The Offenders,
Stereo Dub,
Graham Central Station,
Neu!,
Average White Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Cramps,
Archie Shepp,
Fat Boys,
Ludus,
Skriet,
The Pretty Things,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dark Day,
Dawn Penn,
Moss Icon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scott Walker,
Bobby Byrd,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Skatalites,
Sexual Harrassment,
Deakin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Leonard Cohen,
The Divine Comedy,
Matthew Halsall,
Y Pants,
Isaac Hayes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Banda Bassotti,
The Slits,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jerry's Kids,
Country Teasers,
Ituana,
The Raincoats,
Sandy B,
The Last Poets,
Dorothy Ashby,
Unwound,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.