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 Argentina and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Minutemen to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Bobby Byrd,
Amazonics,
Black Pus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Isaac Hayes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dual Sessions,
Fad Gadget,
Sandy B,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Arab on Radar,
DNA,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sun City Girls,
Saccharine Trust,
Adolescents,
New Age Steppers,
The Fall,
Black Bananas,
Sällskapet,
Hashim,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Deakin,
Steve Hackett,
The Motions,
Radio Birdman,
The Star Department,
Big Daddy Kane,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nik Kershaw,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Graham Central Station,
Pylon,
The United States of America,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lower 48,
Eddi Front,
The Detroit Cobras,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dark Day,
Newcleus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Index,
A Flock of Seagulls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Holt,
Alton Ellis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sonic Youth,
Buzzcocks,
Pussy Galore,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Easy Going,
Audionom,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.