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 Malawi and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord 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 Amon Düül II 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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fugs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eurythmics,
Althea and Donna,
Boogie Down Productions,
Alton Ellis,
The Busters,
Minnie Riperton,
Aswad,
Bluetip,
Tommy Roe,
Leonard Cohen,
The Modern Lovers,
Shoche,
Lindisfarne,
Moby Grape,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soft Cell,
Warren Ellis,
Sonny Sharrock,
a-ha,
Rekid,
Joy Division,
Cybotron,
Rites of Spring,
Robert Hood,
Piero Umiliani,
The Slits,
Crime,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Monochrome Set,
DNA,
The Vogues,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Matthew Halsall,
Sällskapet,
Thompson Twins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fuzztones,
Sight & Sound,
Sam Rivers,
Black Bananas,
Grey Daturas,
Organ,
Tomorrow,
David McCallum,
Chris Corsano,
Gang of Four,
F. McDonald,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Kinks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kas Product,
Marshall Jefferson,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.