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 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Neil Young to the grunge 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Y Pants,
Can,
Marvin Gaye,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Techniques,
The Durutti Column,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rod Modell,
Negative Approach,
The Neon Judgement,
Roxy Music,
The Names,
Funkadelic,
Joe Smooth,
Icehouse,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cybotron,
Scratch Acid,
Danielle Patucci,
Country Teasers,
Malaria!,
The Move,
the Slits,
Zero Boys,
Jesper Dahlback,
X-102,
Hardrive,
Nation of Ulysses,
Todd Terry,
Interpol,
The Fuzztones,
D'Angelo,
Magazine,
Gang Green,
Crispy Ambulance,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Circle Jerks,
Deakin,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scion,
Rakim,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
U.S. Maple,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fugazi,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Flash Fearless,
Easy Going,
Darondo,
The Wake,
Sonic Youth,
Little Man,
Matthew Bourne,
The Modern Lovers,
The Evens,
Lebanon Hanover,
Accadde A,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.