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 Jordan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Kas Product to the electroclash 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Tears for Fears,
Toni Rubio,
Au Pairs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
10cc,
Urselle,
Livin' Joy,
The Smoke,
The Index,
Rakim,
Von Mondo,
The Electric Prunes,
Althea and Donna,
Joyce Sims,
Kerri Chandler,
The Skatalites,
Man Parrish,
Jeff Lynne,
Colin Newman,
Bobby Byrd,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Little Man,
Aloha Tigers,
Oblivians,
Marc Almond,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Laurel Aitken,
Zero Boys,
Los Fastidios,
Trumans Water,
Intrusion,
Banda Bassotti,
The Gun Club,
Wire,
Cymande,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dark Day,
The Evens,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rekid,
Smog,
Outsiders,
James Chance & The Contortions,
X-102,
Sex Pistols,
AZ,
Curtis Mayfield,
a-ha,
Saccharine Trust,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ten City,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
U.S. Maple,
Infiniti,
the Human League,
Ice-T,
Deakin,
Ornette Coleman,
Big Daddy Kane,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.