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 Lebanon and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sarah Menescal to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Donny Hathaway,
Leonard Cohen,
Traffic Nightmare,
Avey Tare,
Deepchord,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sister Nancy,
Motorama,
U.S. Maple,
David McCallum,
Barry Ungar,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Zeros,
La Düsseldorf,
Jacob Miller,
Connie Case,
Eden Ahbez,
Tim Buckley,
Peter & Gordon,
Unwound,
Patti Smith,
Warren Ellis,
Country Teasers,
Symarip,
The Electric Prunes,
Marvin Gaye,
Tears for Fears,
Erasure,
Marc Almond,
Robert Görl,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dark Day,
Rod Modell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
James White and The Blacks,
Whodini,
Panda Bear,
the Sonics,
The Invisible,
Suicide,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Make Up,
Peter and Kerry,
Blake Baxter,
Sixth Finger,
Amon Düül,
Lower 48,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Warsaw,
Ultimate Spinach,
E-Dancer,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Deakin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.