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 Korea North and from Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
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 arpeggiator 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 The Dirtbombs to the jazz 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sun City Girls,
Cecil Taylor,
Leonard Cohen,
Neu!,
Little Man,
Dawn Penn,
Qualms,
Toni Rubio,
Rotary Connection,
Lakeside,
Das Ding,
Ronnie Foster,
Schoolly D,
Wally Richardson,
Junior Murvin,
Alton Ellis,
Letta Mbulu,
Barclay James Harvest,
Magazine,
Yusef Lateef,
Suburban Knight,
The Offenders,
The Fortunes,
Spoonie Gee,
Dennis Brown,
Howard Jones,
Barry Ungar,
Wings,
Drive Like Jehu,
R.M.O.,
Laurel Aitken,
Ituana,
PIL,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Smog,
Lalann,
Radiohead,
Janne Schatter,
The American Breed,
Aaron Thompson,
Hoover,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kaleidoscope,
The Busters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Thompson Twins,
World's Most,
Barbara Tucker,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Faust,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Television Personalities,
Eden Ahbez,
China Crisis,
Visage,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.