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 Honduras 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the dance 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders 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 grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Neu!,
Supertramp,
Groovy Waters,
Accadde A,
The Black Dice,
Pylon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rosa Yemen,
Yusef Lateef,
Mantronix,
Rotary Connection,
The Dirtbombs,
The J.B.'s,
The Slackers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pharoah Sanders,
Funky Four + One,
F. McDonald,
The Misunderstood,
Derrick May,
Depeche Mode,
Sun Ra,
The Music Machine,
Agent Orange,
Unwound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Al Stewart,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Con Funk Shun,
The Residents,
Black Sheep,
John Holt,
Gichy Dan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ronnie Foster,
Marshall Jefferson,
Althea and Donna,
Ornette Coleman,
Second Layer,
The Last Poets,
Steve Hackett,
Lou Christie,
Flipper,
Q and Not U,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Electric Prunes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Young Marble Giants,
Heaven 17,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Coltrane,
Procol Harum,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ralphi Rosario,
Theoretical Girls,
Graham Central Station,
Leonard Cohen,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.