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 Colombia and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sixth Finger 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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lebanon Hanover,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Barry Ungar,
Sparks,
Skaos,
Intrusion,
Panda Bear,
Eurythmics,
Organ,
Hardrive,
Rufus Thomas,
the Sonics,
Rekid,
Silicon Teens,
The Durutti Column,
Erykah Badu,
Andrew Hill,
CMW,
The Move,
Average White Band,
Crash Course in Science,
John Foxx,
Piero Umiliani,
Maleditus Sound,
The Grass Roots,
Joey Negro,
Joe Finger,
Saccharine Trust,
June of 44,
Wire,
The Techniques,
The Motions,
Skriet,
Lower 48,
The Doors,
Lindisfarne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Index,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Human League,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joyce Sims,
Echospace,
Mo-Dettes,
The Stooges,
Crime,
Brass Construction,
Country Teasers,
Deadbeat,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sound Behaviour,
Reuben Wilson,
Pole,
Cymande,
The Saints,
T.S.O.L.,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.