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 Zimbabwe and from Bologna.
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 Edmonton and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba 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 Eric Dolphy to the grunge 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Neil Young,
Erykah Badu,
Soft Machine,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Thee Headcoats,
R.M.O.,
Ornette Coleman,
Lakeside,
Joe Smooth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gang of Four,
Main Source,
Qualms,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Curtis Mayfield,
ABC,
Hashim,
Arthur Verocai,
Faust,
X-Ray Spex,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Urselle,
Goldenarms,
Dark Day,
Technova,
Sister Nancy,
John Cale,
Unwound,
New Order,
Inner City,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
48th St. Collective,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Pus,
Japan,
Glenn Branca,
The Happenings,
Moby Grape,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Infiniti,
Frankie Knuckles,
Vainqueur,
The Pop Group,
Anthony Braxton,
Lou Christie,
Soft Cell,
Sonic Youth,
Crime,
Arcadia,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sixth Finger,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Unrelated Segments,
Jawbox,
Yaz,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pussy Galore,
Junior Murvin,
These Immortal Souls,
The American Breed,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.