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 Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum 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 This Heat to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
David Axelrod,
The Birthday Party,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultimate Spinach,
R.M.O.,
Symarip,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Skaos,
Newcleus,
Marvin Gaye,
Ken Boothe,
Nick Fraelich,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Minnie Riperton,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Carl Craig,
The Gap Band,
Brass Construction,
The Fire Engines,
Eli Mardock,
Crispian St. Peters,
David Bowie,
Angry Samoans,
Oblivians,
Kerrie Biddell,
Stetsasonic,
Fugazi,
Gastr Del Sol,
Von Mondo,
Outsiders,
Skriet,
Avey Tare,
Slave,
The Invisible,
Organ,
Vladislav Delay,
Anakelly,
Desert Stars,
E-Dancer,
Section 25,
John Coltrane,
Wolf Eyes,
Piero Umiliani,
Inner City,
Stereo Dub,
Bobby Byrd,
The Gories,
The Kinks,
Thompson Twins,
Pantytec,
Henry Cow,
Scott Walker,
Mission of Burma,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The New Christs,
Bootsy Collins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Swans,
48th St. Collective,
The Music Machine,
Audionom,
Oneida,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.