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 Dominican Republic and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the mellotron 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 X-102 to the electroclash 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Reed,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gastr Del Sol,
The New Christs,
Aaron Thompson,
June of 44,
Bootsy Collins,
Big Daddy Kane,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Deakin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cheater Slicks,
Niagra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marvin Gaye,
Nick Fraelich,
John Foxx,
the Slits,
Tim Buckley,
Lou Christie,
Dual Sessions,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lucky Dragons,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sound Behaviour,
Barry Ungar,
Sixth Finger,
Arab on Radar,
Eve St. Jones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Busters,
Joy Division,
Funkadelic,
CMW,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Peter and Kerry,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fall,
Minnie Riperton,
Quadrant,
Pulsallama,
Angry Samoans,
Joe Finger,
The Beau Brummels,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Toasters,
Swell Maps,
The Five Americans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Freddie Wadling,
The Sonics,
Essential Logic,
Silicon Teens,
Maleditus Sound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pantytec,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.