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 Serbia and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Boz Scaggs to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
The Slits,
Quadrant,
Robert Hood,
Panda Bear,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Harry Pussy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tom Boy,
Don Cherry,
Liliput,
Marcia Griffiths,
Minutemen,
CMW,
Q and Not U,
Nirvana,
Gil Scott Heron,
Index,
T. Rex,
Oblivians,
The Five Americans,
Los Fastidios,
Radio Birdman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Young Rascals,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Hot Snakes,
Alphaville,
Sex Pistols,
La Düsseldorf,
Max Romeo,
Wasted Youth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
X-101,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fat Boys,
Nas,
Jawbox,
The Divine Comedy,
Kerri Chandler,
Ponytail,
Johnny Osbourne,
Minny Pops,
Lindisfarne,
Aloha Tigers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Interpol,
Sonic Youth,
Lou Reed,
Tubeway Army,
Barry Ungar,
Toni Rubio,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Deadbeat,
Kevin Saunderson,
Monolake,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.