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 Liberia and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta 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 organ 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 Barry Ungar to the grime 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Slits,
Eddi Front,
Popol Vuh,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jerry's Kids,
Bauhaus,
Susan Cadogan,
Wolf Eyes,
Joe Smooth,
Fear,
Reuben Wilson,
The Pretty Things,
The Move,
the Association,
The Moody Blues,
Archie Shepp,
Dead Boys,
Hardrive,
Al Stewart,
Oblivians,
The Fall,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang Gang Dance,
OOIOO,
The Mojo Men,
Minny Pops,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Radio Birdman,
Pylon,
June of 44,
Amazonics,
Cybotron,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Buckinghams,
K-Klass,
UT,
Big Daddy Kane,
Siglo XX,
Skarface,
The Sound,
Matthew Bourne,
Trumans Water,
The Smoke,
Lou Christie,
La Düsseldorf,
48th St. Collective,
Lucky Dragons,
the Bar-Kays,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fugs,
Dennis Brown,
EPMD,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fire Engines,
Bobby Byrd,
Camouflage,
Eric Copeland,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
David Bowie,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.