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 El Salvador and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 David Bowie 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Little Man,
Oneida,
The Gap Band,
Sixth Finger,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Flamin' Groovies,
China Crisis,
Absolute Body Control,
Sister Nancy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Liliput,
K-Klass,
Barrington Levy,
Soft Cell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Popol Vuh,
Metal Thangz,
X-101,
The Dirtbombs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Amon Düül,
Sex Pistols,
Agitation Free,
Bronski Beat,
Dawn Penn,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bootsy Collins,
Icehouse,
Bang On A Can,
Eddi Front,
Patti Smith,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cameo,
Franke,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nirvana,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scan 7,
The Standells,
David Axelrod,
Barclay James Harvest,
Archie Shepp,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joe Smooth,
Skaos,
X-102,
Amon Düül II,
Ultra Naté,
Silicon Teens,
Minny Pops,
Sun Ra,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Barry Ungar,
FM Einheit,
Deepchord,
The Evens,
Reuben Wilson,
Dead Boys,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Sheep,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.