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 Nepal and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 June of 44 to the disco 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Smog,
Oneida,
Soft Machine,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Doors,
Jeru the Damaja,
The American Breed,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
F. McDonald,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fall,
The Invisible,
Minor Threat,
The New Christs,
Scan 7,
Lower 48,
Delta 5,
Gang of Four,
Clear Light,
Harry Pussy,
Drexciya,
Connie Case,
Black Sheep,
Terry Callier,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Tremeloes,
Iggy Pop,
Yazoo,
Sam Rivers,
Davy DMX,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marvin Gaye,
Derrick Morgan,
LL Cool J,
The Barracudas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Thee Headcoats,
Todd Terry,
Ultra Naté,
Brick,
Adolescents,
Graham Central Station,
PIL,
Angry Samoans,
Basic Channel,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lindisfarne,
Avey Tare,
The Misunderstood,
The Fortunes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Boz Scaggs,
Fela Kuti,
Slick Rick,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Selecter,
Deepchord,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dorothy Ashby,
The Modern Lovers,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.