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 Macedonia and from Mumbai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pop Group to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Qualms,
Pere Ubu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Metal Thangz,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Albert Ayler,
The Fuzztones,
The Seeds,
David Bowie,
Kool Moe Dee,
Inner City,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Siglo XX,
Tomorrow,
ABBA,
The Blues Magoos,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lower 48,
Hardrive,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bad Manners,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Blake Baxter,
Todd Rundgren,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
48th St. Collective,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Normal,
Reuben Wilson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Grey Daturas,
FM Einheit,
Moss Icon,
MDC,
The Fortunes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ornette Coleman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
David Axelrod,
Young Marble Giants,
The Toasters,
Unrelated Segments,
F. McDonald,
Anakelly,
Janne Schatter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bauhaus,
Stetsasonic,
Easy Going,
Zero Boys,
Eric Dolphy,
Roxy Music,
Colin Newman,
June Days,
Barbara Tucker,
Skarface,
the Association,
Avey Tare,
Jerry Gold Smith,
K-Klass,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.