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 Brunei and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the techno 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dark Day,
The Litter,
Dennis Brown,
Ohio Players,
Todd Terry,
Nik Kershaw,
The Angels of Light,
Audionom,
Bill Near,
AZ,
The Five Americans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eddi Front,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Albert Ayler,
Tim Buckley,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Arab on Radar,
Fatback Band,
Charles Mingus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Dave Clark Five,
Unrelated Segments,
Babytalk,
Lindisfarne,
Duran Duran,
Howard Jones,
Sixth Finger,
Black Sheep,
Technova,
Scion,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Inner City,
Hardrive,
Clear Light,
Radiohead,
The Fuzztones,
Minnie Riperton,
Susan Cadogan,
Pussy Galore,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Colin Newman,
Soulsonic Force,
Lower 48,
Flamin' Groovies,
Main Source,
The Techniques,
The Raincoats,
Nirvana,
The Busters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Blossom Toes,
New York Dolls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Pus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Japan,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.