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 Kenya and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Byron Stingily to the grime 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Quadrant,
Young Marble Giants,
Qualms,
Moby Grape,
John Holt,
Television Personalities,
Sound Behaviour,
Donald Byrd,
Rufus Thomas,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Index,
Jesper Dahlback,
Half Japanese,
The Shadows of Knight,
Japan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Slits,
Morten Harket,
Cymande,
Bobby Sherman,
Mo-Dettes,
Faraquet,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ralphi Rosario,
Brick,
Minnie Riperton,
Pylon,
Kerri Chandler,
Joensuu 1685,
Massinfluence,
John Foxx,
The Alarm Clocks,
Juan Atkins,
Bizarre Inc.,
Chris & Cosey,
The Cowsills,
Deadbeat,
Suicide,
Rapeman,
Chris Corsano,
ABBA,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The New Christs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kevin Saunderson,
A Certain Ratio,
Echospace,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Smog,
Alison Limerick,
Robert Hood,
Simply Red,
Icehouse,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
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.