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 Madagascar and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
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 theremin 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 Harry Pussy to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Fatback Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Motorama,
The Dead C,
Zero Boys,
The Blackbyrds,
Cluster,
Ken Boothe,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Minor Threat,
Siglo XX,
Bill Wells,
Sound Behaviour,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ornette Coleman,
Fear,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fuzztones,
Blossom Toes,
Robert Görl,
Excepter,
Sight & Sound,
The Five Americans,
The Searchers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Deakin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Associates,
Gichy Dan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Fania All-Stars,
Oblivians,
Letta Mbulu,
Mr. Review,
Colin Newman,
Boz Scaggs,
Crime,
China Crisis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Royal Trux,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fall,
Pylon,
Gang of Four,
the Bar-Kays,
Scientists,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Spoonie Gee,
Circle Jerks,
The Angels of Light,
Bronski Beat,
Roxy Music,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
EPMD,
Index,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Saints,
kango's stein massive,
Ossler,
Tommy Roe,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.