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 Macedonia 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Lou Reed 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 Siglo XX 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles 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 disco 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Terry Callier,
Faraquet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Laurel Aitken,
Gil Scott Heron,
Outsiders,
E-Dancer,
Stereo Dub,
Isaac Hayes,
The Busters,
Nik Kershaw,
Sparks,
Ken Boothe,
Fluxion,
Robert Hood,
Toni Rubio,
Pagans,
Subhumans,
The New Christs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Drexciya,
Bad Manners,
Chrome,
The Cowsills,
The Count Five,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Alarm Clocks,
LL Cool J,
Aural Exciters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Hot Snakes,
Lower 48,
Wasted Youth,
Japan,
Mary Jane Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fuzztones,
Al Stewart,
Parry Music,
Nico,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Steve Hackett,
Y Pants,
Pylon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Agitation Free,
Aloha Tigers,
Procol Harum,
The Associates,
Cluster,
Cymande,
Marshall Jefferson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.