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 Burkina and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 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 Pole to the electroclash 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scan 7,
Bluetip,
The Dirtbombs,
the Normal,
Animal Collective,
Marshall Jefferson,
Accadde A,
The J.B.'s,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soft Cell,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Essential Logic,
Jawbox,
U.S. Maple,
The Busters,
Heaven 17,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
X-102,
Roy Ayers,
Bobby Womack,
Stetsasonic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cluster,
Junior Murvin,
Oneida,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Cale,
Amazonics,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Newcleus,
Maurizio,
Crispy Ambulance,
CMW,
Isaac Hayes,
Royal Trux,
Basic Channel,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Television Personalities,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Bananas,
Nas,
Lightning Bolt,
Colin Newman,
Radiohead,
Ossler,
Ohio Players,
The Evens,
Moss Icon,
Mars,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Yellowson,
The Standells,
Joyce Sims,
Jacques Brel,
Lungfish,
Byron Stingily,
Reuben Wilson,
These Immortal Souls,
This Heat,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.