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 Chad and from Shanghai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sonics to the funk 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Sonic Youth,
Wire,
Fela Kuti,
The Move,
Girls At Our Best!,
Arab on Radar,
Theoretical Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wasted Youth,
Country Teasers,
The Real Kids,
Rakim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hashim,
Jacques Brel,
Average White Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Matthew Bourne,
Jawbox,
Bang On A Can,
Black Pus,
Excepter,
The Monks,
Bill Wells,
Henry Cow,
Essential Logic,
Jeru the Damaja,
Silicon Teens,
Duran Duran,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fat Boys,
Joy Division,
Soft Machine,
Althea and Donna,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Quando Quango,
Harmonia,
the Slits,
Nico,
Rites of Spring,
Michelle Simonal,
Fatback Band,
Au Pairs,
The Happenings,
Heaven 17,
Drive Like Jehu,
Juan Atkins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Blake Baxter,
The Selecter,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Angels of Light,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Severed Heads,
Peter and Kerry,
Deepchord,
The Seeds,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.