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 United Kingdom and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 David Bowie to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Technova,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Howard Jones,
Kerri Chandler,
Scott Walker,
Ken Boothe,
Depeche Mode,
Black Moon,
Lou Reed,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Oneida,
Zapp,
Rekid,
Cheater Slicks,
Ultravox,
Lungfish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
OOIOO,
Loose Ends,
Bauhaus,
X-Ray Spex,
Alphaville,
Scratch Acid,
Drexciya,
Rapeman,
L. Decosne,
Pylon,
The New Christs,
K-Klass,
Junior Murvin,
Au Pairs,
The Young Rascals,
Nas,
Minutemen,
Sonny Sharrock,
La Düsseldorf,
The Residents,
EPMD,
The Zeros,
Gang Green,
MDC,
Supertramp,
Bush Tetras,
The Mojo Men,
Pulsallama,
Eurythmics,
Aural Exciters,
John Coltrane,
The Motions,
Cymande,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Dirtbombs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bluetip,
Tomorrow,
Slave,
Gil Scott Heron,
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.