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 Solomon Islands and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb 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 Yazoo to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Harmonia,
Khruangbin,
Lebanon Hanover,
a-ha,
In Retrospect,
Roxette,
The Trojans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bootsy Collins,
Procol Harum,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Au Pairs,
The Techniques,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pantaleimon,
Nik Kershaw,
Gerry Rafferty,
Essential Logic,
Amon Düül,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Desert Stars,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soul II Soul,
Danielle Patucci,
Little Man,
Throbbing Gristle,
Reagan Youth,
Max Romeo,
kango's stein massive,
Joey Negro,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pagans,
The Seeds,
Rekid,
Dark Day,
Spandau Ballet,
Byron Stingily,
Whodini,
Junior Murvin,
Altered Images,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
David Axelrod,
Dave Gahan,
The Red Krayola,
Quantec,
The Victims,
Neu!,
Model 500,
The Black Dice,
Main Source,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cecil Taylor,
The Index,
Chris Corsano,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lou Christie,
Tomorrow,
The Star Department,
Letta Mbulu,
B.T. Express,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.