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 Liechtenstein and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the dance 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Hardrive,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Raincoats,
D'Angelo,
Black Pus,
These Immortal Souls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wire,
Swans,
Altered Images,
The Gun Club,
Brand Nubian,
Sällskapet,
Magazine,
Pylon,
DJ Style,
Talk Talk,
Lou Christie,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gang Gang Dance,
Aloha Tigers,
Lou Reed,
Sonny Sharrock,
Skriet,
The Names,
Spoonie Gee,
The Associates,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gong,
Yellowson,
The Human League,
The American Breed,
Babytalk,
Danielle Patucci,
Kerri Chandler,
Robert Wyatt,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Adolescents,
The Music Machine,
Panda Bear,
Alison Limerick,
Soft Cell,
Porter Ricks,
10cc,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lalo Schifrin,
Robert Görl,
the Germs,
the Association,
Unrelated Segments,
kango's stein massive,
Theoretical Girls,
Marc Almond,
Donald Byrd,
Franke,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.