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 Belize and from Shanghai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Symarip to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
L. Decosne,
kango's stein massive,
Susan Cadogan,
Los Fastidios,
The Real Kids,
Aural Exciters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Shoche,
Fatback Band,
Steve Hackett,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Cramps,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tomorrow,
Model 500,
Reagan Youth,
The Tremeloes,
Stiv Bators,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Althea and Donna,
CMW,
Bauhaus,
The Mojo Men,
Donald Byrd,
Erykah Badu,
Flash Fearless,
Circle Jerks,
Goldenarms,
Bobby Byrd,
Echospace,
The Offenders,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Germs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Japan,
Mission of Burma,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dead Boys,
Bobby Sherman,
Gastr Del Sol,
Qualms,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Neon Judgement,
The Angels of Light,
Avey Tare,
Lucky Dragons,
Newcleus,
The Raincoats,
Todd Rundgren,
John Holt,
Underground Resistance,
E-Dancer,
The Seeds,
Carl Craig,
Pere Ubu,
The Toasters,
AZ,
Max Romeo,
The Fortunes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.