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 Eritrea and from London.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Max Romeo to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Hoover,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Circle Jerks,
Royal Trux,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cheater Slicks,
Con Funk Shun,
The Vogues,
Lyres,
Skarface,
Heaven 17,
Public Image Ltd.,
Byron Stingily,
Neil Young,
Radio Birdman,
The Modern Lovers,
The Standells,
The Offenders,
Godley & Creme,
The Human League,
Brand Nubian,
Bad Manners,
Faraquet,
Warsaw,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Searchers,
Pierre Henry,
Bootsy Collins,
Wings,
Roger Hodgson,
Youth Brigade,
Bauhaus,
Joe Finger,
Excepter,
L. Decosne,
Don Cherry,
Siglo XX,
The Martian,
A Certain Ratio,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Easy Going,
Marvin Gaye,
Michelle Simonal,
Khruangbin,
Stetsasonic,
Soft Machine,
The Mojo Men,
Deepchord,
Arthur Verocai,
Lebanon Hanover,
Neu!,
The Doors,
Lungfish,
The Monks,
Isaac Hayes,
Yellowson,
Country Teasers,
Yazoo,
Lindisfarne,
B.T. Express,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.