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 Peru and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer 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 Deepchord to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
the Bar-Kays,
Fat Boys,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Alton Ellis,
Pylon,
Reagan Youth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Angels of Light,
Jeru the Damaja,
Moebius,
Warren Ellis,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Mighty Diamonds,
EPMD,
The Fire Engines,
Bauhaus,
K-Klass,
Brothers Johnson,
The Motions,
Thompson Twins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Sound,
Flipper,
Lalo Schifrin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nick Fraelich,
Pantytec,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Music Machine,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jacques Brel,
Moby Grape,
the Human League,
Underground Resistance,
Howard Jones,
Supertramp,
U.S. Maple,
Sandy B,
Harmonia,
The Selecter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Names,
Cymande,
Spandau Ballet,
Rod Modell,
Todd Rundgren,
Essential Logic,
Funkadelic,
Scan 7,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
UT,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Stockholm Monsters,
Yusef Lateef,
Davy DMX,
Porter Ricks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scratch Acid,
Drexciya,
Eve St. Jones,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.