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 Kyrgyzstan and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Cal Tjader,
Roger Hodgson,
Henry Cow,
Lyres,
Roxy Music,
Con Funk Shun,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Royal Trux,
kango's stein massive,
David Axelrod,
Suicide,
Television Personalities,
Ossler,
Bobby Byrd,
Scientists,
T.S.O.L.,
Bill Wells,
The Pop Group,
Country Teasers,
Camberwell Now,
Fear,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sparks,
June Days,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Leaves,
Von Mondo,
Janne Schatter,
Stockholm Monsters,
Easy Going,
The Happenings,
R.M.O.,
Bobby Sherman,
Oblivians,
Minnie Riperton,
Liliput,
The Grass Roots,
Sällskapet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The American Breed,
Tomorrow,
John Coltrane,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jeru the Damaja,
Swell Maps,
Cybotron,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Peter & Gordon,
This Heat,
The Residents,
The Kinks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Sound,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Clear Light,
John Foxx,
Dead Boys,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Bananas,
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.