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 Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord 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 Technova to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
L. Decosne,
DJ Style,
The Victims,
The United States of America,
Pagans,
Cameo,
Funkadelic,
Magazine,
John Foxx,
The Gap Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Real Kids,
Roger Hodgson,
Alphaville,
Byron Stingily,
Ultra Naté,
Simply Red,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Patti Smith,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sällskapet,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dawn Penn,
Pierre Henry,
Eric B and Rakim,
Andrew Hill,
JFA,
The Fuzztones,
Mandrill,
Rufus Thomas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hot Snakes,
The Blues Magoos,
June Days,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Barry Ungar,
Godley & Creme,
Livin' Joy,
The Raincoats,
Todd Rundgren,
The Velvet Underground,
The Invisible,
Lightning Bolt,
Gabor Szabo,
The Five Americans,
D'Angelo,
Graham Central Station,
The Fall,
The Sonics,
Nico,
The Happenings,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Unrelated Segments,
Amazonics,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Music Machine,
LL Cool J,
Reagan Youth,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.