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 Liberia and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Chris & Cosey to the electroclash 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
10cc,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Minor Threat,
X-101,
Terrestrial Tones,
Altered Images,
The Seeds,
Eurythmics,
The Fortunes,
Sarah Menescal,
Freddie Wadling,
Stetsasonic,
Man Parrish,
The Kinks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Slave,
Can,
Heaven 17,
Letta Mbulu,
The Gladiators,
Fluxion,
Jerry's Kids,
Q and Not U,
Ultimate Spinach,
Popol Vuh,
Marc Almond,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Blancmange,
Black Pus,
Jandek,
Dennis Brown,
Barbara Tucker,
JFA,
Inner City,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Guru Guru,
Minutemen,
F. McDonald,
Babytalk,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jacques Brel,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jacob Miller,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Quando Quango,
Deepchord,
Lalann,
Scion,
Massinfluence,
Arthur Verocai,
The Index,
Symarip,
Swell Maps,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.