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 Dominica and from New York.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dark Day to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Animal Collective,
Vainqueur,
Soft Machine,
Icehouse,
Rotary Connection,
The Skatalites,
Rites of Spring,
Scientists,
Theoretical Girls,
Minny Pops,
Ice-T,
The Victims,
Arthur Verocai,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Smoke,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ten City,
X-101,
Leonard Cohen,
Silicon Teens,
Crime,
Tubeway Army,
Skaos,
Bobby Sherman,
Neu!,
David Axelrod,
Barrington Levy,
Thompson Twins,
Quadrant,
Joe Finger,
Ultra Naté,
Kayak,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Smiths,
Sällskapet,
The Raincoats,
Radio Birdman,
Drexciya,
Mark Hollis,
The Doobie Brothers,
Letta Mbulu,
Carl Craig,
Jeff Mills,
Swans,
Ornette Coleman,
Mo-Dettes,
Judy Mowatt,
Bush Tetras,
The Litter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Arcadia,
Reagan Youth,
Minutemen,
Patti Smith,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Motorama,
Fad Gadget,
Cecil Taylor,
The Misunderstood,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.