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 Ivory Coast and from Toronto.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Radiopuhelimet to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Derrick Morgan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dual Sessions,
Malaria!,
The Slits,
Monolake,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Cale,
Jeff Lynne,
The Knickerbockers,
In Retrospect,
The Buckinghams,
The Doobie Brothers,
Minor Threat,
Avey Tare,
Easy Going,
Fluxion,
The Barracudas,
T.S.O.L.,
Terry Callier,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Shuggie Otis,
Anthony Braxton,
Jacob Miller,
Harry Pussy,
These Immortal Souls,
Neu!,
DNA,
Blossom Toes,
Minutemen,
Ornette Coleman,
Byron Stingily,
Average White Band,
Swell Maps,
Peter & Gordon,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fuzztones,
Quadrant,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobby Sherman,
Steve Hackett,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Standells,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Raincoats,
Judy Mowatt,
Jandek,
Glenn Branca,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Velvet Underground,
The Wake,
MC5,
Popol Vuh,
Scott Walker,
Alton Ellis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eve St. Jones,
Rekid,
Vladislav Delay,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.