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 Benin and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar 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 Grauzone to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Sarah Menescal,
Cybotron,
Glambeats Corp.,
Severed Heads,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
June of 44,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Bananas,
Ken Boothe,
Carl Craig,
Trumans Water,
Reagan Youth,
Wally Richardson,
Panda Bear,
The Fire Engines,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
E-Dancer,
Section 25,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eric Dolphy,
Masters at Work,
Bobby Sherman,
The Pretty Things,
The Remains,
Tom Boy,
Outsiders,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scan 7,
Saccharine Trust,
The Human League,
Alice Coltrane,
John Coltrane,
Half Japanese,
The Standells,
Black Sheep,
Mo-Dettes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Connie Case,
Grandmaster Flash,
Audionom,
The Vogues,
Newcleus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Procol Harum,
Wire,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joe Finger,
Delta 5,
The Birthday Party,
Zero Boys,
Matthew Halsall,
Ten City,
The Durutti Column,
The United States of America,
Groovy Waters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Star Department,
Chris & Cosey,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.