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 South Africa and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jeru the Damaja to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Bootsy Collins,
Soft Machine,
Nirvana,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Flag,
Nick Fraelich,
Ossler,
Pantaleimon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pet Shop Boys,
New Order,
Matthew Bourne,
PIL,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Busters,
Moby Grape,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Young Rascals,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dark Day,
The Invisible,
Dead Boys,
Country Joe & The Fish,
OOIOO,
Ice-T,
The Velvet Underground,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Skaos,
Sandy B,
Ten City,
John Holt,
This Heat,
The Techniques,
The Count Five,
Lyres,
Clear Light,
Kevin Saunderson,
The American Breed,
Freddie Wadling,
Section 25,
Alton Ellis,
The Index,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Grey Daturas,
Main Source,
Minutemen,
The Slits,
Outsiders,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Interpol,
Jesper Dahlback,
Vainqueur,
Franke,
Shuggie Otis,
Rekid,
Gregory Isaacs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Smoke,
Absolute Body Control,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.