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 France and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer 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 Jawbox to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Underground Resistance,
Audionom,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Country Teasers,
The Leaves,
Rufus Thomas,
Tomorrow,
The Martian,
Pet Shop Boys,
Stereo Dub,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Max Romeo,
Funky Four + One,
Bobby Womack,
Barrington Levy,
Bauhaus,
Soul Sonic Force,
Q and Not U,
Skaos,
The Trojans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Talk Talk,
B.T. Express,
Jacques Brel,
Bootsy Collins,
Glambeats Corp.,
Maleditus Sound,
Tom Boy,
Jandek,
Derrick Morgan,
Reuben Wilson,
Arcadia,
Y Pants,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
June Days,
Metal Thangz,
The Five Americans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Flag,
The Cosmic Jokers,
In Retrospect,
Drive Like Jehu,
Monks,
The Moody Blues,
The Offenders,
Graham Central Station,
The Monochrome Set,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Darondo,
The Selecter,
Henry Cow,
Alphaville,
Bush Tetras,
Yellowson,
The Saints,
Panda Bear,
Tommy Roe,
Scratch Acid,
Fugazi,
Scrapy,
Robert Hood,
The Victims,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.