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 Cameroon and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar 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 Kerrie Biddell to the rock 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Desert Stars,
Bang On A Can,
Kerri Chandler,
Fad Gadget,
The Five Americans,
Sound Behaviour,
Dark Day,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
H. Thieme,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fear,
Parry Music,
Boz Scaggs,
Marine Girls,
Symarip,
Scrapy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Organ,
Franke,
Young Marble Giants,
Neil Young,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cal Tjader,
Letta Mbulu,
Sight & Sound,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang of Four,
Nico,
Rakim,
Aloha Tigers,
The Associates,
Joe Smooth,
Todd Rundgren,
Maurizio,
Carl Craig,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Basic Channel,
The Barracudas,
Brass Construction,
the Association,
Y Pants,
Pagans,
KRS-One,
Tomorrow,
Radiohead,
Dorothy Ashby,
Average White Band,
Derrick May,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pere Ubu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Aaron Thompson,
Unrelated Segments,
the Swans,
Mandrill,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Human League,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Smiths,
Joey Negro,
Angry Samoans,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.