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 Uganda and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar 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 Pet Shop Boys to the grime 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
T. Rex,
The Fortunes,
Young Marble Giants,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sam Rivers,
Mission of Burma,
The Grass Roots,
John Cale,
John Holt,
Visage,
the Normal,
The Dead C,
Sight & Sound,
Quadrant,
cv313,
Black Moon,
Alphaville,
The Alarm Clocks,
F. McDonald,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cymande,
The Evens,
The Associates,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Skriet,
John Foxx,
Michelle Simonal,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joe Finger,
Whodini,
Nico,
The Beau Brummels,
Blossom Toes,
The Dirtbombs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Faust,
Roxette,
Lebanon Hanover,
Arab on Radar,
Janne Schatter,
Archie Shepp,
Excepter,
Godley & Creme,
Sällskapet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobbi Humphrey,
Agitation Free,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sonic Youth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nick Fraelich,
John Lydon,
Funkadelic,
Flamin' Groovies,
Grauzone,
a-ha,
The Angels of Light,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.