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 Chile 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the marimba 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 Silicon Teens to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Sight & Sound,
Soft Cell,
Mantronix,
The Shadows of Knight,
Stereo Dub,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Busters,
The Dirtbombs,
Skriet,
Don Cherry,
The Searchers,
The Red Krayola,
The Angels of Light,
Quantec,
Jandek,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Gun Club,
Nick Fraelich,
Ronnie Foster,
Gong,
Sam Rivers,
Brick,
Nico,
Wings,
Peter and Kerry,
Cecil Taylor,
Kayak,
Panda Bear,
Chris & Cosey,
Scan 7,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Saccharine Trust,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Audionom,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Organ,
PIL,
The Music Machine,
Iggy Pop,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Judy Mowatt,
Mission of Burma,
Can,
Grey Daturas,
Joyce Sims,
U.S. Maple,
Johnny Osbourne,
Minnie Riperton,
Zero Boys,
Henry Cow,
the Soft Cell,
Erasure,
Quando Quango,
The Black Dice,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
H. Thieme,
The Neon Judgement,
the Slits,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.