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 Togo and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro 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 Ornette Coleman to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fortunes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
David McCallum,
Tomorrow,
cv313,
Mo-Dettes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Blues Magoos,
The Sound,
The Happenings,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fall,
Roxette,
Con Funk Shun,
Bad Manners,
Rakim,
Little Man,
The Grass Roots,
Danielle Patucci,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
DJ Style,
Eli Mardock,
The Move,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joyce Sims,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rosa Yemen,
Alice Coltrane,
June Days,
The Divine Comedy,
The Selecter,
Morten Harket,
Joe Finger,
Brothers Johnson,
Pylon,
Dave Gahan,
The Leaves,
Underground Resistance,
Echospace,
Sound Behaviour,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Absolute Body Control,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Cramps,
The New Christs,
Scientists,
Lee Hazlewood,
A Certain Ratio,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Buzzcocks,
Freddie Wadling,
World's Most,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Vogues,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Desert Stars,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Janne Schatter,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.