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 Czech Republic and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord 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 Josef K 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Can,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Velvet Underground,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tom Boy,
Stiv Bators,
Theoretical Girls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hoover,
The Red Krayola,
Bronski Beat,
New Order,
Brand Nubian,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marmalade,
Camouflage,
Mantronix,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Godley & Creme,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Grey Daturas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Litter,
Aloha Tigers,
Pulsallama,
The Last Poets,
Anakelly,
Ronan,
Whodini,
Cheater Slicks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Vladislav Delay,
Dennis Brown,
The Fire Engines,
CMW,
The Associates,
Glenn Branca,
Delta 5,
Panda Bear,
Nik Kershaw,
Kenny Larkin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Animal Collective,
Jeff Mills,
Andrew Hill,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lungfish,
The Misunderstood,
Magazine,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fela Kuti,
Kerrie Biddell,
One Last Wish,
Ultra Naté,
Vainqueur,
Gerry Rafferty,
48th St. Collective,
10cc,
Robert Görl,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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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.