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 Nigeria and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba 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 Silicon Teens to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Janne Schatter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Technova,
PIL,
Loose Ends,
Graham Central Station,
The Fall,
Susan Cadogan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Gap Band,
Gabor Szabo,
The Index,
Jeff Mills,
R.M.O.,
Sex Pistols,
This Heat,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Q and Not U,
Radiohead,
Infiniti,
Cymande,
The Knickerbockers,
Alice Coltrane,
Panda Bear,
Kayak,
The Evens,
Boz Scaggs,
Angry Samoans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lalann,
Magazine,
Skarface,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Television Personalities,
Todd Rundgren,
LL Cool J,
Jimmy McGriff,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cluster,
The Moleskins,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Remains,
Freddie Wadling,
The Offenders,
Lou Reed,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
MC5,
Kaleidoscope,
Skaos,
Pylon,
Whodini,
Erykah Badu,
Dennis Brown,
Unrelated Segments,
Swell Maps,
Siglo XX,
Rites of Spring,
FM Einheit,
Scion,
Marshall Jefferson,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.