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 Turkey and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 James Chance & The Contortions 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Depeche Mode,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Bananas,
L. Decosne,
Animal Collective,
Maurizio,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Germs,
Essential Logic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Josef K,
Alton Ellis,
X-Ray Spex,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Idris Muhammad,
The Monks,
The American Breed,
Joe Smooth,
Deadbeat,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scratch Acid,
Crime,
Juan Atkins,
Letta Mbulu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Gun Club,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mo-Dettes,
Blake Baxter,
Terrestrial Tones,
H. Thieme,
Basic Channel,
Dave Gahan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Adolescents,
The Dead C,
FM Einheit,
Surgeon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Silicon Teens,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Velvet Underground,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Model 500,
Lakeside,
Brand Nubian,
John Foxx,
Sight & Sound,
Rapeman,
Roxy Music,
Bootsy Collins,
The Star Department,
Gabor Szabo,
Y Pants,
Curtis Mayfield,
Second Layer,
Das Ding,
Severed Heads,
The Red Krayola,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.