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 Russia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the techno 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Japan,
Carl Craig,
the Sonics,
The Slackers,
Aaron Thompson,
Das Ding,
Mantronix,
Desert Stars,
Radio Birdman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Deepchord,
Dorothy Ashby,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pere Ubu,
Jeff Lynne,
The Remains,
The J.B.'s,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Quantec,
Minutemen,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Young Rascals,
The Martian,
Basic Channel,
Eli Mardock,
Can,
Eric Dolphy,
The Gories,
the Human League,
Yellowson,
Iggy Pop,
Lou Reed,
The Standells,
Joe Finger,
The Red Krayola,
Gastr Del Sol,
Flash Fearless,
Monolake,
Throbbing Gristle,
Television,
L. Decosne,
The Shadows of Knight,
Graham Central Station,
Roger Hodgson,
the Germs,
Peter & Gordon,
Cal Tjader,
Yazoo,
The Count Five,
48th St. Collective,
The Buckinghams,
Idris Muhammad,
Bluetip,
Funkadelic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Angels of Light,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Excepter,
Ronan,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.