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 Tonga and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin 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 Lyres to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Nico,
Neil Young,
The Neon Judgement,
The Invisible,
The Fuzztones,
Hot Snakes,
Niagra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
DJ Style,
Television,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Zeros,
Connie Case,
Minor Threat,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Unrelated Segments,
Andrew Hill,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Spoonie Gee,
Crispy Ambulance,
Harmonia,
Lungfish,
Sonny Sharrock,
Magazine,
The Cowsills,
Chrome,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
World's Most,
The Angels of Light,
Marmalade,
Ohio Players,
Bush Tetras,
Sonic Youth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Erasure,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Cale,
the Soft Cell,
June Days,
The Barracudas,
Stetsasonic,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pulsallama,
The Tremeloes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Matthew Bourne,
Royal Trux,
Rites of Spring,
Dennis Brown,
Ronan,
The Trojans,
Arab on Radar,
Gastr Del Sol,
Thompson Twins,
Sarah Menescal,
Bronski Beat,
Davy DMX,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.