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 Afghanistan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes 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 Eden Ahbez to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Neu!,
Lou Reed,
The Mummies,
Blossom Toes,
Accadde A,
Don Cherry,
Sällskapet,
Porter Ricks,
Fluxion,
Sex Pistols,
Yazoo,
Ronan,
The Remains,
Easy Going,
Toni Rubio,
Dual Sessions,
The Saints,
Donald Byrd,
Pere Ubu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Lydon,
The Vogues,
Al Stewart,
Gabor Szabo,
Television Personalities,
Scan 7,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Letta Mbulu,
Bill Near,
Bauhaus,
Kerri Chandler,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ohio Players,
Pierre Henry,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sun Ra,
Soft Cell,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Byrd,
Roy Ayers,
Donny Hathaway,
Nils Olav,
Cybotron,
Brick,
The Grass Roots,
Wolf Eyes,
T.S.O.L.,
Japan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Drive Like Jehu,
Quantec,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Morten Harket,
John Coltrane,
R.M.O.,
Ornette Coleman,
Massinfluence,
Hot Snakes,
Alphaville,
Danielle Patucci,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.