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 the UAE and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord 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 The Offenders to the rock 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Matthew Bourne,
The Barracudas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Boogie Down Productions,
Throbbing Gristle,
KRS-One,
the Normal,
Erasure,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Zeros,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
kango's stein massive,
ABBA,
Intrusion,
Fatback Band,
Adolescents,
David Bowie,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Monochrome Set,
Scrapy,
Amon Düül,
Dave Gahan,
Gabor Szabo,
Newcleus,
This Heat,
Wings,
The Pop Group,
Derrick Morgan,
Barry Ungar,
The Dead C,
R.M.O.,
Traffic Nightmare,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobby Byrd,
Morten Harket,
Minny Pops,
Amazonics,
Depeche Mode,
Albert Ayler,
Joey Negro,
Wally Richardson,
Soft Machine,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Archie Shepp,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Audionom,
The Residents,
Barrington Levy,
Porter Ricks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Shuggie Otis,
Hot Snakes,
Niagra,
EPMD,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Reuben Wilson,
Sixth Finger,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.