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 Guinea and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Harry Pussy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Residents,
R.M.O.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Von Mondo,
The Happenings,
OOIOO,
Eve St. Jones,
DNA,
T. Rex,
Minnie Riperton,
Pole,
Joey Negro,
Charles Mingus,
Isaac Hayes,
the Bar-Kays,
Eddi Front,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fluxion,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Negative Approach,
Peter and Kerry,
The Offenders,
Marc Almond,
the Germs,
Amazonics,
The Slits,
Skaos,
Fat Boys,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Blancmange,
Guru Guru,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Avey Tare,
X-101,
Smog,
Robert Wyatt,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soulsonic Force,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Fania All-Stars,
Robert Görl,
Scientists,
Blake Baxter,
CMW,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Todd Terry,
The Evens,
The Barracudas,
Bill Wells,
Chris Corsano,
Bush Tetras,
The Alarm Clocks,
Moebius,
Visage,
Pere Ubu,
The New Christs,
The Monks,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Foxx,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.