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 Libya and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Scion to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Scratch Acid,
The Walker Brothers,
Nik Kershaw,
Banda Bassotti,
Vainqueur,
Liliput,
Idris Muhammad,
Eden Ahbez,
Porter Ricks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kenny Larkin,
Brick,
Reagan Youth,
The Grass Roots,
Ossler,
the Normal,
The Misunderstood,
AZ,
Y Pants,
Funkadelic,
New Age Steppers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Q65,
L. Decosne,
Absolute Body Control,
Max Romeo,
Wally Richardson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kerrie Biddell,
Monolake,
Cluster,
The Star Department,
Soft Machine,
The Raincoats,
The Dirtbombs,
Arcadia,
Q and Not U,
Silicon Teens,
Letta Mbulu,
Faust,
Rites of Spring,
the Association,
The Red Krayola,
Deadbeat,
Popol Vuh,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Selecter,
The Moleskins,
The Tremeloes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Blackbyrds,
The Last Poets,
Eric B and Rakim,
Matthew Bourne,
Buzzcocks,
Loose Ends,
Grauzone,
Cecil Taylor,
The Litter,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.