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 Azerbaijan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 PIL to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Oneida,
Neil Young,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joey Negro,
Roxette,
Cal Tjader,
The Cramps,
Deakin,
JFA,
Aural Exciters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Freddie Wadling,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Remains,
The Zeros,
The Names,
The Beau Brummels,
Negative Approach,
Rosa Yemen,
10cc,
John Cale,
Chrome,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Brick,
Davy DMX,
Marc Almond,
Skarface,
Laurel Aitken,
The Red Krayola,
Ludus,
Henry Cow,
Black Sheep,
The Residents,
Kerri Chandler,
Dead Boys,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Camouflage,
Radio Birdman,
The Litter,
Blake Baxter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Gap Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pierre Henry,
Bobby Sherman,
Althea and Donna,
Surgeon,
The Misunderstood,
Sun City Girls,
Bang On A Can,
Grauzone,
Agent Orange,
Dawn Penn,
Flamin' Groovies,
Frankie Knuckles,
Yazoo,
The Pretty Things,
Mo-Dettes,
Al Stewart,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.