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 Eritrea and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
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 spring reverb 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 The Leaves to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
The Martian,
Cal Tjader,
Faust,
Robert Hood,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Residents,
The Gap Band,
Intrusion,
Supertramp,
Can,
Bill Near,
Alice Coltrane,
Section 25,
Severed Heads,
Dead Boys,
Gang of Four,
The Searchers,
Television,
Laurel Aitken,
Albert Ayler,
Pole,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Suicide,
Bang On A Can,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Babytalk,
the Normal,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Amazonics,
Average White Band,
DJ Style,
Minutemen,
Jacob Miller,
Moby Grape,
John Holt,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Newcleus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
LL Cool J,
Harpers Bizarre,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
These Immortal Souls,
The Sonics,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
OOIOO,
Kaleidoscope,
The Real Kids,
Sparks,
Marine Girls,
Smog,
Cheater Slicks,
Erykah Badu,
Mantronix,
Ken Boothe,
Anthony Braxton,
Ohio Players,
Radiohead,
the Sonics,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.