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 Belarus and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar 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 Talk Talk to the punk 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
The Durutti Column,
JFA,
Terrestrial Tones,
Massinfluence,
Fluxion,
The Walker Brothers,
John Holt,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bauhaus,
Saccharine Trust,
The Seeds,
K-Klass,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bill Wells,
MC5,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Fania All-Stars,
Todd Rundgren,
Sandy B,
Absolute Body Control,
Cal Tjader,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Zapp,
The Alarm Clocks,
Minnie Riperton,
Gregory Isaacs,
DJ Sneak,
Joy Division,
Warren Ellis,
Minor Threat,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Japan,
Make Up,
CMW,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Byron Stingily,
Slick Rick,
Fear,
Mantronix,
Robert Görl,
Bootsy Collins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Aloha Tigers,
Sugar Minott,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Quando Quango,
Delon & Dalcan,
In Retrospect,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
MDC,
Parry Music,
The Techniques,
Lakeside,
Jacques Brel,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jacob Miller,
Swans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Underground Resistance,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.