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 Saudi Arabia and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the rap 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Television,
The Raincoats,
The New Christs,
The Pop Group,
Anthony Braxton,
the Slits,
Boredoms,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Mojo Men,
Joe Finger,
Neu!,
Hardrive,
AZ,
These Immortal Souls,
Sparks,
Joensuu 1685,
Lalo Schifrin,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Q65,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mo-Dettes,
Byron Stingily,
X-102,
David McCallum,
The Modern Lovers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobby Byrd,
The Blues Magoos,
Mr. Review,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Skriet,
The Invisible,
Jerry's Kids,
Rapeman,
Nick Fraelich,
The Toasters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tears for Fears,
Sexual Harrassment,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jeff Lynne,
JFA,
Banda Bassotti,
The Dead C,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mantronix,
The Litter,
Interpol,
Second Layer,
Quantec,
Kaleidoscope,
the Sonics,
Crispian St. Peters,
Alphaville,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Human League,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Radio Birdman,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.