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 Georgia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum 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 Glenn Branca to the rock 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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Excepter,
Surgeon,
The Last Poets,
Eric Copeland,
Jerry's Kids,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fluxion,
Magazine,
World's Most,
Qualms,
Alton Ellis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Quadrant,
Al Stewart,
Lungfish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eden Ahbez,
Amazonics,
Das Ding,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eve St. Jones,
Rites of Spring,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Thompson Twins,
Gregory Isaacs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Audionom,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fugs,
Agitation Free,
The Raincoats,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soulsonic Force,
The Mummies,
Mission of Burma,
Todd Terry,
Anakelly,
Ornette Coleman,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lalo Schifrin,
Althea and Donna,
Grauzone,
Agent Orange,
Joyce Sims,
Nils Olav,
La Düsseldorf,
The Grass Roots,
T.S.O.L.,
Porter Ricks,
Deadbeat,
E-Dancer,
Cymande,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobby Womack,
Josef K,
Rapeman,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.