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 Belize and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Soul Sonic Force to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
F. McDonald,
Mars,
The Dead C,
X-102,
Gang Starr,
Jacques Brel,
Brass Construction,
Roxy Music,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Colin Newman,
John Foxx,
Minny Pops,
Crash Course in Science,
The Saints,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fad Gadget,
The Shadows of Knight,
Echospace,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Absolute Body Control,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Associates,
Wally Richardson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Iggy Pop,
Black Flag,
Pere Ubu,
Jimmy McGriff,
Magazine,
Eve St. Jones,
Johnny Osbourne,
Zapp,
The Star Department,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Little Man,
JFA,
The Monochrome Set,
Mantronix,
Eden Ahbez,
Silicon Teens,
PIL,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Donny Hathaway,
Excepter,
Charles Mingus,
Blossom Toes,
Adolescents,
Lakeside,
Technova,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pylon,
Ken Boothe,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.