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 Zambia and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Peter and Kerry to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Unrelated Segments,
Subhumans,
Andrew Hill,
The Gap Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sällskapet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Busters,
Scrapy,
The Five Americans,
Danielle Patucci,
Smog,
Ituana,
The Offenders,
The Remains,
Schoolly D,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tubeway Army,
Kas Product,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Symarip,
Rufus Thomas,
The New Christs,
R.M.O.,
Peter & Gordon,
The Trojans,
Albert Ayler,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Los Fastidios,
Cymande,
Dead Boys,
Metal Thangz,
Hot Snakes,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fugs,
Jeff Mills,
Pierre Henry,
Kerri Chandler,
Robert Hood,
Graham Central Station,
Rites of Spring,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sun City Girls,
Masters at Work,
Johnny Osbourne,
New Age Steppers,
Magazine,
Tommy Roe,
Sixth Finger,
CMW,
Johnny Clarke,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Trumans Water,
Leonard Cohen,
Girls At Our Best!,
Clear Light,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tomorrow,
Lakeside,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.