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 Taiwan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
The Martian,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
China Crisis,
Amon Düül,
The Cosmic Jokers,
T.S.O.L.,
Sister Nancy,
Terry Callier,
The Standells,
Laurel Aitken,
Absolute Body Control,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Deakin,
FM Einheit,
David Bowie,
Joe Finger,
The Buckinghams,
Suicide,
OOIOO,
8 Eyed Spy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roxette,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sight & Sound,
Brand Nubian,
The Doobie Brothers,
Half Japanese,
Ultravox,
Niagra,
Kerrie Biddell,
Unwound,
Marcia Griffiths,
Little Man,
the Normal,
June Days,
The Mojo Men,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mars,
Lungfish,
The Divine Comedy,
Lou Christie,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Arthur Verocai,
Warren Ellis,
The Young Rascals,
Electric Prunes,
Dawn Penn,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Oblivians,
Pharoah Sanders,
Faraquet,
Ronnie Foster,
The Selecter,
Procol Harum,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Dead C,
Man Eating Sloth,
Graham Central Station,
Chrome,
Thompson Twins,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.