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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Maleditus Sound to the rock 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Theoretical Girls,
Faust,
Intrusion,
Depeche Mode,
Stereo Dub,
Connie Case,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bush Tetras,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bang On A Can,
the Association,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Electric Prunes,
The Knickerbockers,
Chrome,
Derrick May,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Last Poets,
The Moody Blues,
Sex Pistols,
The Moleskins,
Quadrant,
Fatback Band,
Robert Hood,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Big Daddy Kane,
Stiv Bators,
the Human League,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marmalade,
Prince Buster,
Iggy Pop,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Angels of Light,
Warren Ellis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hot Snakes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Amon Düül II,
Cluster,
This Heat,
Roxette,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kenny Larkin,
Outsiders,
Radio Birdman,
Gang Gang Dance,
Siglo XX,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Barbara Tucker,
Motorama,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Vladislav Delay,
Sexual Harrassment,
X-Ray Spex,
Jeff Lynne,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.