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 Sudan and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
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 theremin 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 The Grass Roots to the funk 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
The Skatalites,
Flipper,
Kurtis Blow,
Todd Rundgren,
Nico,
Hot Snakes,
Underground Resistance,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Misunderstood,
The United States of America,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Warren Ellis,
The Last Poets,
The Gories,
Trumans Water,
Bronski Beat,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Normal,
The Seeds,
8 Eyed Spy,
OOIOO,
Thee Headcoats,
Quadrant,
Pole,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Albert Ayler,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Reagan Youth,
the Association,
the Fania All-Stars,
Unwound,
Ultra Naté,
LL Cool J,
FM Einheit,
The Standells,
The Move,
New Order,
Fluxion,
The Gladiators,
Joe Finger,
The Buckinghams,
Terry Callier,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rites of Spring,
Eden Ahbez,
Soft Machine,
Yusef Lateef,
Radio Birdman,
Black Bananas,
Pere Ubu,
Iggy Pop,
Maleditus Sound,
Livin' Joy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Surgeon,
Derrick Morgan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Animal Collective,
Lungfish,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.