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 Egypt and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tropical Tobacco,
Flash Fearless,
Eve St. Jones,
Sam Rivers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rekid,
The Blackbyrds,
The Walker Brothers,
Bootsy Collins,
Pylon,
Dual Sessions,
Anthony Braxton,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Minutemen,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fad Gadget,
L. Decosne,
Clear Light,
Cluster,
The Smoke,
Lou Christie,
Outsiders,
Chris & Cosey,
Joy Division,
Glenn Branca,
Unrelated Segments,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Mojo Men,
Faust,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Evens,
The Alarm Clocks,
Schoolly D,
Moby Grape,
Gang Starr,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roy Ayers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Colin Newman,
Mr. Review,
The Sonics,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marc Almond,
Peter & Gordon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fatback Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Gun Club,
Pussy Galore,
The Selecter,
Jandek,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.