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 Bangladesh and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Essential Logic to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Hashim,
Darondo,
the Sonics,
Skaos,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Barbara Tucker,
AZ,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Malaria!,
Arab on Radar,
Roxette,
Jandek,
Magma,
Connie Case,
Joey Negro,
Ultra Naté,
Nas,
The Black Dice,
Chris & Cosey,
The Gun Club,
Lungfish,
Joyce Sims,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Alice Coltrane,
This Heat,
Ten City,
Excepter,
Throbbing Gristle,
8 Eyed Spy,
Warren Ellis,
Sex Pistols,
Kaleidoscope,
The Litter,
The Doors,
Bizarre Inc.,
Second Layer,
Monolake,
Arthur Verocai,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Evens,
Oneida,
Whodini,
Jacques Brel,
LL Cool J,
Shuggie Otis,
Gang of Four,
Curtis Mayfield,
Boogie Down Productions,
June of 44,
Brass Construction,
Neu!,
Fatback Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fluxion,
Pylon,
Stereo Dub,
Tropical Tobacco,
Piero Umiliani,
Mad Mike,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.