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 Togo and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Negative Approach to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
The Blackbyrds,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sound Behaviour,
Main Source,
Judy Mowatt,
Sun City Girls,
Althea and Donna,
Barbara Tucker,
Babytalk,
MC5,
Swans,
New Order,
The Sonics,
Stiv Bators,
Yellowson,
Reagan Youth,
Quadrant,
Lightning Bolt,
Don Cherry,
Mo-Dettes,
John Foxx,
Fela Kuti,
Bob Dylan,
Faust,
the Slits,
Bobby Sherman,
Essential Logic,
Lou Christie,
Can,
Cymande,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Heaven 17,
Jawbox,
Gang Green,
The Offenders,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kenny Larkin,
Peter and Kerry,
Sixth Finger,
Flipper,
Slave,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Monochrome Set,
Funkadelic,
Robert Hood,
Gichy Dan,
Jandek,
Suicide,
Darondo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marc Almond,
Andrew Hill,
The Blues Magoos,
The Gories,
Rekid,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soft Machine,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The American Breed,
Mad Mike,
Camouflage,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.