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 the UAE and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin 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 Inner City to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Maleditus Sound,
Zero Boys,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Iggy Pop,
Kerri Chandler,
Lucky Dragons,
DNA,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
CMW,
The Evens,
John Lydon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Reuben Wilson,
Jawbox,
Deepchord,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Techniques,
The Pretty Things,
The Mojo Men,
Jeff Lynne,
Eurythmics,
Spandau Ballet,
Niagra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gong,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Shoche,
Peter & Gordon,
KRS-One,
Bobby Sherman,
Ken Boothe,
The Blues Magoos,
Mad Mike,
Amon Düül II,
48th St. Collective,
L. Decosne,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lightning Bolt,
Rufus Thomas,
Tubeway Army,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Massinfluence,
Aloha Tigers,
Albert Ayler,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Buckinghams,
The Standells,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Animal Collective,
Fad Gadget,
Steve Hackett,
The Offenders,
Dark Day,
Grey Daturas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.