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 Afghanistan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 The Cramps to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Trumans Water,
CMW,
the Soft Cell,
Steve Hackett,
Thee Headcoats,
F. McDonald,
James Chance & The Contortions,
This Heat,
The Pop Group,
The Angels of Light,
Interpol,
Sällskapet,
Bobby Womack,
The Last Poets,
Oneida,
The Remains,
Lower 48,
Cecil Taylor,
DJ Sneak,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sister Nancy,
the Association,
Mary Jane Girls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Happenings,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pierre Henry,
Eve St. Jones,
Model 500,
Sam Rivers,
Quantec,
Erykah Badu,
Depeche Mode,
Jerry's Kids,
Franke,
Spandau Ballet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Human League,
Juan Atkins,
These Immortal Souls,
Bill Near,
Ronnie Foster,
Sonny Sharrock,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Accadde A,
Derrick Morgan,
Tom Boy,
Porter Ricks,
MC5,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Television Personalities,
The Zeros,
Country Teasers,
Schoolly D,
OOIOO,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.