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 Comoros and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Frankie Knuckles to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Aaron Thompson,
John Cale,
the Normal,
Robert Görl,
David McCallum,
Arab on Radar,
Harry Pussy,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Lydon,
Davy DMX,
The Gories,
OOIOO,
Nick Fraelich,
Sight & Sound,
The Martian,
Kenny Larkin,
Dead Boys,
Crispy Ambulance,
Danielle Patucci,
Bill Near,
Adolescents,
Chris & Cosey,
Section 25,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
FM Einheit,
Kaleidoscope,
Lebanon Hanover,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Red Krayola,
Thee Headcoats,
Icehouse,
Fela Kuti,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Happenings,
Grey Daturas,
Pharoah Sanders,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scan 7,
Soulsonic Force,
Shuggie Otis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Aural Exciters,
DJ Sneak,
The Birthday Party,
Suicide,
Reuben Wilson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Motorama,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kayak,
The Modern Lovers,
Avey Tare,
Ludus,
the Human League,
Ituana,
ABC,
The Selecter,
Gichy Dan,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.