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 Bolivia and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Mighty Diamonds 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nas,
Judy Mowatt,
Bronski Beat,
Lungfish,
Throbbing Gristle,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Litter,
The Remains,
10cc,
Hoover,
Icehouse,
Eden Ahbez,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Mummies,
FM Einheit,
Sam Rivers,
June Days,
Donald Byrd,
Junior Murvin,
Tres Demented,
Essential Logic,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joyce Sims,
Suburban Knight,
Lou Reed,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lightning Bolt,
The Durutti Column,
Black Pus,
Maleditus Sound,
The Invisible,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gang Starr,
Fear,
Don Cherry,
Theoretical Girls,
Visage,
Y Pants,
the Normal,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Duran Duran,
The Music Machine,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nirvana,
The Saints,
Jawbox,
The Motions,
Al Stewart,
Andrew Hill,
Bang On A Can,
Monolake,
Sparks,
Von Mondo,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.