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 Georgia 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Malaria! to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Pierre Henry,
Lou Reed,
Von Mondo,
John Cale,
Vladislav Delay,
The Invisible,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Grey Daturas,
Donald Byrd,
Byron Stingily,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Infiniti,
Marmalade,
Gang Starr,
Camberwell Now,
Blake Baxter,
The Martian,
Quantec,
The Cowsills,
Black Sheep,
Jandek,
Unwound,
Bronski Beat,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eve St. Jones,
Eric B and Rakim,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Chris & Cosey,
Amazonics,
Ituana,
Marcia Griffiths,
Michelle Simonal,
The Angels of Light,
Nick Fraelich,
Livin' Joy,
This Heat,
Bobby Byrd,
Agent Orange,
The Toasters,
Procol Harum,
the Human League,
The Sonics,
Scrapy,
Tom Boy,
Bush Tetras,
Pussy Galore,
Quando Quango,
The Cure,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pylon,
Wire,
Sugar Minott,
Audionom,
Country Teasers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Monochrome Set,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.