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 Tuvalu and from Portland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes 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 Swell Maps to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Associates,
Minny Pops,
Model 500,
The Stooges,
Oneida,
Sugar Minott,
Ronnie Foster,
X-Ray Spex,
Terry Callier,
The United States of America,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
D'Angelo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Duran Duran,
Bush Tetras,
Max Romeo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lower 48,
Crime,
Black Pus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Electric Prunes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scientists,
Niagra,
Cheater Slicks,
The Moleskins,
Lightning Bolt,
R.M.O.,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sonic Youth,
Arthur Verocai,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Symarip,
Half Japanese,
Babytalk,
The Buckinghams,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Average White Band,
Soulsonic Force,
The Tremeloes,
Reuben Wilson,
Isaac Hayes,
The Victims,
Japan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Man Parrish,
DJ Style,
kango's stein massive,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jacques Brel,
Depeche Mode,
Reagan Youth,
Gang Green,
Jeff Mills,
Al Stewart,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cecil Taylor,
Von Mondo,
The Pop Group,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.