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 Germany 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Modern Lovers to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Gang Gang Dance,
Erykah Badu,
Funky Four + One,
John Holt,
The Gap Band,
The Cure,
Roxy Music,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Angels of Light,
Goldenarms,
The American Breed,
T.S.O.L.,
Quadrant,
Harry Pussy,
The Durutti Column,
Agitation Free,
Ituana,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Toasters,
The Zeros,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hasil Adkins,
Bizarre Inc.,
Moebius,
Frankie Knuckles,
Theoretical Girls,
Section 25,
Sam Rivers,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Soft Cell,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pantytec,
Sun Ra,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mad Mike,
The Trojans,
Marmalade,
Accadde A,
Delon & Dalcan,
Erasure,
The Leaves,
Von Mondo,
Bootsy Collins,
Pussy Galore,
Average White Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Lightning Bolt,
Warren Ellis,
Carl Craig,
Deakin,
Mr. Review,
Pere Ubu,
Supertramp,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Wake,
Nik Kershaw,
The Cowsills,
Shoche,
The United States of America,
Ornette Coleman,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.