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 Gabon 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Donald Fagen 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 Metal Thangz to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hot Snakes,
Smog,
Jacob Miller,
Hasil Adkins,
Grandmaster Flash,
Royal Trux,
The Grass Roots,
Cheater Slicks,
Underground Resistance,
Lee Hazlewood,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Moleskins,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bob Dylan,
T.S.O.L.,
Organ,
The Index,
the Human League,
Charles Mingus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Black Dice,
Connie Case,
Ossler,
Rapeman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Steve Hackett,
The Tremeloes,
Soul Sonic Force,
DNA,
Lalann,
Main Source,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nik Kershaw,
Guru Guru,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Popol Vuh,
The Birthday Party,
Soft Cell,
Can,
La Düsseldorf,
Mad Mike,
The Sound,
Fugazi,
Dennis Brown,
Niagra,
Faraquet,
Lou Reed,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Neil Young,
Depeche Mode,
Mission of Burma,
Slick Rick,
The Gap Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Unwound,
Henry Cow,
Vladislav Delay,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soft Machine,
Panda Bear,
OOIOO,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.