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 Yemen and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer 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 The Velvet Underground to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mad Mike,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sällskapet,
Jeff Mills,
John Foxx,
Mr. Review,
the Association,
Tommy Roe,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Maurizio,
Todd Terry,
Glambeats Corp.,
Au Pairs,
Al Stewart,
JFA,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bill Near,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Skaos,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hot Snakes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Doobie Brothers,
Derrick Morgan,
Cymande,
Stereo Dub,
Connie Case,
The Young Rascals,
Pagans,
Moss Icon,
Iggy Pop,
Make Up,
Lou Christie,
Big Daddy Kane,
Japan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Panda Bear,
Ultimate Spinach,
UT,
Johnny Osbourne,
Monks,
Lungfish,
Pierre Henry,
New York Dolls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Liliput,
Gang Green,
Parry Music,
The Gun Club,
The Motions,
Kayak,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Howard Jones,
Yusef Lateef,
OOIOO,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.