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 India and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Goldenarms to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Pierre Henry,
The Monks,
Babytalk,
Amon Düül II,
Vladislav Delay,
Isaac Hayes,
Can,
E-Dancer,
Dave Gahan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Radiohead,
X-Ray Spex,
Mantronix,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gang Green,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ultravox,
The Blues Magoos,
Alton Ellis,
T. Rex,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jeru the Damaja,
Quantec,
FM Einheit,
Agitation Free,
Gichy Dan,
Patti Smith,
Pylon,
Lightning Bolt,
The Durutti Column,
Yellowson,
L. Decosne,
Motorama,
Jawbox,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Associates,
Faust,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rod Modell,
Ponytail,
Sun City Girls,
Kaleidoscope,
EPMD,
Blake Baxter,
Little Man,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Reagan Youth,
Todd Terry,
Average White Band,
Eli Mardock,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Buckinghams,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sixth Finger,
Spandau Ballet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cybotron,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.