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 United States and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sugar Minott to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Pagans,
Marmalade,
Todd Rundgren,
The Searchers,
Scion,
Vladislav Delay,
The Toasters,
The Monochrome Set,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Tremeloes,
Oblivians,
Hardrive,
David Bowie,
Lalann,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Underground Resistance,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
U.S. Maple,
Livin' Joy,
Camberwell Now,
Donald Byrd,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tubeway Army,
Electric Prunes,
Spoonie Gee,
Cymande,
Jesper Dahlback,
Derrick May,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Albert Ayler,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobby Sherman,
Erykah Badu,
X-102,
The Pretty Things,
La Düsseldorf,
Cluster,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Invisible,
Sam Rivers,
Delon & Dalcan,
One Last Wish,
K-Klass,
Public Enemy,
Graham Central Station,
the Germs,
Bush Tetras,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pole,
Average White Band,
Suicide,
Letta Mbulu,
The Leaves,
Au Pairs,
Minor Threat,
Bang On A Can,
Grey Daturas,
Colin Newman,
Funkadelic,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.