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 Monaco and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the dance 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Nico,
Max Romeo,
John Holt,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fluxion,
Pierre Henry,
Gong,
Hot Snakes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Depeche Mode,
John Lydon,
Dark Day,
Sarah Menescal,
Monks,
The Black Dice,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fall,
Gang Starr,
Make Up,
Crispian St. Peters,
Surgeon,
Hoover,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Shoche,
Minor Threat,
Minnie Riperton,
Scientists,
The Beau Brummels,
Crash Course in Science,
Mission of Burma,
Malaria!,
Brothers Johnson,
Girls At Our Best!,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Coltrane,
Neu!,
Robert Görl,
The Stooges,
Jerry's Kids,
Television,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Foxx,
Michelle Simonal,
Connie Case,
Gabor Szabo,
Japan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Average White Band,
Eurythmics,
John Cale,
The Cramps,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pylon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cecil Taylor,
Monolake,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Music Machine,
Ralphi Rosario,
Blossom Toes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Siglo XX,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.