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 Mauritius and from Toronto.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Angry Samoans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
David Axelrod,
DJ Sneak,
Ten City,
Hardrive,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Audionom,
Joy Division,
Gang of Four,
T.S.O.L.,
Sight & Sound,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rufus Thomas,
Minor Threat,
Wolf Eyes,
Nas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Stooges,
The Divine Comedy,
The Electric Prunes,
Maleditus Sound,
DNA,
Absolute Body Control,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Human League,
The Buckinghams,
New York Dolls,
Q65,
Crooked Eye,
Procol Harum,
Thee Headcoats,
Roger Hodgson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Cure,
Dead Boys,
Todd Terry,
The Doors,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kenny Larkin,
Eric Copeland,
Wire,
Eli Mardock,
Mandrill,
The Trojans,
June of 44,
The Walker Brothers,
Au Pairs,
Skaos,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sex Pistols,
The Detroit Cobras,
Skriet,
Dark Day,
Minutemen,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Swans,
Juan Atkins,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.