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 Uganda and from Sao Paulo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Tropical Tobacco to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Thompson Twins,
L. Decosne,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cal Tjader,
kango's stein massive,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Moody Blues,
These Immortal Souls,
Vainqueur,
Joy Division,
Young Marble Giants,
The Blackbyrds,
Skarface,
Marmalade,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Monochrome Set,
Big Daddy Kane,
Henry Cow,
the Normal,
UT,
Kevin Saunderson,
Stereo Dub,
The Victims,
Half Japanese,
Roy Ayers,
Hot Snakes,
Vladislav Delay,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Soft Cell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
CMW,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobby Sherman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Moss Icon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fugs,
Sun Ra,
Mantronix,
Von Mondo,
Aswad,
Albert Ayler,
Newcleus,
The Associates,
D'Angelo,
Visage,
New York Dolls,
Radiohead,
Fluxion,
The Barracudas,
Wings,
Suicide,
Ultravox,
Byron Stingily,
Minny Pops,
Blossom Toes,
The Electric Prunes,
Bill Wells,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.