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 Vietnam and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 R.M.O. to the funk 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Avey Tare,
Little Man,
Q and Not U,
Robert Görl,
Wings,
The Music Machine,
The Remains,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Youth Brigade,
Pagans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Whodini,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
MC5,
Eric B and Rakim,
Unrelated Segments,
The Velvet Underground,
Roger Hodgson,
Dave Gahan,
Juan Atkins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Unwound,
ABC,
Y Pants,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Toasters,
Eli Mardock,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Offenders,
The Dead C,
The Barracudas,
Radio Birdman,
Minny Pops,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jacob Miller,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fortunes,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Raincoats,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Vogues,
Slave,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Birthday Party,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Parry Music,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dennis Brown,
Lalann,
Average White Band,
Warsaw,
David Bowie,
Chris & Cosey,
Mars,
The Pretty Things,
Symarip,
Los Fastidios,
Can,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.