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 Kosovo and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator 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 The Seeds to the crunk 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Bob Dylan,
The Trojans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Thompson Twins,
Robert Görl,
Piero Umiliani,
Nation of Ulysses,
Minor Threat,
MC5,
Inner City,
Cabaret Voltaire,
kango's stein massive,
JFA,
Amazonics,
Pulsallama,
The Moody Blues,
Scrapy,
The Music Machine,
Maurizio,
Silicon Teens,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hardrive,
Scan 7,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nik Kershaw,
Jacques Brel,
Laurel Aitken,
Ituana,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Gladiators,
The Cure,
The New Christs,
Scientists,
Pierre Henry,
Rapeman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tim Buckley,
Kenny Larkin,
Soul II Soul,
Dark Day,
Boredoms,
The Dead C,
Liliput,
Joe Finger,
Sun Ra,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eric Copeland,
Peter & Gordon,
Qualms,
Severed Heads,
Eli Mardock,
the Soft Cell,
Oblivians,
Al Stewart,
Ken Boothe,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.