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 Dominican Republic and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sound Behaviour to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Circle Jerks,
Agent Orange,
Soul Sonic Force,
Aswad,
Monks,
Shoche,
Cheater Slicks,
Procol Harum,
Sarah Menescal,
The Grass Roots,
Los Fastidios,
Motorama,
Bill Wells,
X-101,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Normal,
The Pretty Things,
Gil Scott Heron,
Whodini,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Names,
Todd Terry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Vainqueur,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Excepter,
Morten Harket,
Albert Ayler,
Alison Limerick,
Von Mondo,
The Leaves,
The Electric Prunes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Intrusion,
Nico,
Magma,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
DJ Sneak,
UT,
Roger Hodgson,
Pagans,
Fat Boys,
Monolake,
Blossom Toes,
Pere Ubu,
Janne Schatter,
Sam Rivers,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Misunderstood,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Don Cherry,
Fluxion,
Kurtis Blow,
Marvin Gaye,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
CMW,
Chrome,
Lee Hazlewood,
Visage,
Letta Mbulu,
Archie Shepp,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.