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 Kuwait and from Sao Paulo.
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 Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pylon to the grunge 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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
L. Decosne,
Connie Case,
The Moleskins,
Severed Heads,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Tremeloes,
Bobby Womack,
Jerry's Kids,
Michelle Simonal,
Marc Almond,
Gong,
Kayak,
The Trojans,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Sonics,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Arthur Verocai,
Spoonie Gee,
Silicon Teens,
The J.B.'s,
Moby Grape,
Fat Boys,
Zapp,
Blancmange,
Peter & Gordon,
Dual Sessions,
The United States of America,
Alison Limerick,
Siglo XX,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Sound,
Funky Four + One,
Cybotron,
Section 25,
Jeff Mills,
Cecil Taylor,
The Kinks,
Easy Going,
Pole,
Howard Jones,
Tom Boy,
David Bowie,
The Music Machine,
Godley & Creme,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Matthew Bourne,
48th St. Collective,
Rhythm & Sound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Aloha Tigers,
Henry Cow,
Brand Nubian,
Scion,
The American Breed,
The Toasters,
Desert Stars,
OOIOO,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.