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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes 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 Gang Gang Dance to the punk 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ponytail,
Byron Stingily,
Bronski Beat,
Loose Ends,
Eurythmics,
Steve Hackett,
This Heat,
Inner City,
Q and Not U,
Ultra Naté,
Procol Harum,
Lalo Schifrin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Moon,
Saccharine Trust,
Groovy Waters,
Goldenarms,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Cale,
kango's stein massive,
Depeche Mode,
Animal Collective,
The Beau Brummels,
Lower 48,
Bobby Sherman,
Sam Rivers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Organ,
Shoche,
PIL,
Main Source,
Crime,
The Angels of Light,
David Bowie,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Metal Thangz,
Second Layer,
Pylon,
Sixth Finger,
The Blues Magoos,
Lungfish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Grandmaster Flash,
In Retrospect,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
These Immortal Souls,
the Normal,
Scion,
Matthew Halsall,
Suburban Knight,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sarah Menescal,
Chris Corsano,
Pantytec,
Eve St. Jones,
The Real Kids,
Harpers Bizarre,
Todd Rundgren,
Aaron Thompson,
Dave Gahan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.