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 Qatar and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
David McCallum,
John Holt,
Blossom Toes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Erykah Badu,
Roxette,
The Names,
Alice Coltrane,
The Residents,
Swans,
Dual Sessions,
Robert Hood,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ponytail,
Kas Product,
the Sonics,
Lucky Dragons,
Fatback Band,
Ohio Players,
Oblivians,
Throbbing Gristle,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hoover,
Neil Young,
Electric Prunes,
Crime,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kevin Saunderson,
Flipper,
Nils Olav,
PIL,
The Dave Clark Five,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Davy DMX,
Arab on Radar,
Minor Threat,
The Victims,
Michelle Simonal,
Mandrill,
Section 25,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Yellowson,
Television,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joy Division,
Visage,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Porter Ricks,
The Busters,
Lou Reed,
The Evens,
Circle Jerks,
Tubeway Army,
The Young Rascals,
New Order,
Black Sheep,
Audionom,
Dead Boys,
LL Cool J,
The Gladiators,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.