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 Zimbabwe and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tim Buckley to the punk 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Peter and Kerry,
Whodini,
Pet Shop Boys,
Accadde A,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Chrome,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Smoke,
Junior Murvin,
Y Pants,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Music Machine,
The Red Krayola,
The Neon Judgement,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fela Kuti,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Slick Rick,
Wings,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Foxx,
Ronan,
Jandek,
Boz Scaggs,
Bob Dylan,
Ronnie Foster,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lebanon Hanover,
Letta Mbulu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lindisfarne,
Urselle,
Bronski Beat,
Bobbi Humphrey,
10cc,
Gichy Dan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Monks,
James White and The Blacks,
Ice-T,
Minor Threat,
Kayak,
Iggy Pop,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Deakin,
Von Mondo,
Tom Boy,
Minutemen,
Trumans Water,
Todd Terry,
Alton Ellis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Mojo Men,
Marmalade,
Eddi Front,
Amazonics,
Yazoo,
Sound Behaviour,
Pierre Henry,
The Monochrome Set,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.