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 Taiwan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Delon & Dalcan to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Royal Trux,
Pierre Henry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
La Düsseldorf,
Metal Thangz,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fugazi,
Malaria!,
Jeff Mills,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lalo Schifrin,
Harry Pussy,
Icehouse,
Franke,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nick Fraelich,
8 Eyed Spy,
T.S.O.L.,
Schoolly D,
Unwound,
Altered Images,
Darondo,
Joyce Sims,
New Age Steppers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ice-T,
Cluster,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bob Dylan,
Kayak,
Rites of Spring,
Symarip,
The Beau Brummels,
Hasil Adkins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mary Jane Girls,
Radio Birdman,
The Human League,
Lyres,
Minutemen,
Gang Green,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Cramps,
AZ,
The Stooges,
Sällskapet,
Parry Music,
E-Dancer,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Human League,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ten City,
Ohio Players,
D'Angelo,
Joensuu 1685,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.