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 Greece and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Hoover to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Smiths,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Camouflage,
CMW,
Blossom Toes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Qualms,
Delta 5,
Gichy Dan,
Andrew Hill,
The Index,
The Cowsills,
Bobby Sherman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gong,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Q65,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Isaac Hayes,
Pantytec,
Idris Muhammad,
Babytalk,
Porter Ricks,
Ludus,
Prince Buster,
Visage,
Bill Wells,
Carl Craig,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Goldenarms,
Roxy Music,
Crime,
Sexual Harrassment,
Throbbing Gristle,
Deepchord,
Unrelated Segments,
Country Teasers,
Pierre Henry,
Byron Stingily,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nirvana,
Gabor Szabo,
Godley & Creme,
Kas Product,
Procol Harum,
Michelle Simonal,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
EPMD,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crooked Eye,
B.T. Express,
Freddie Wadling,
Sam Rivers,
Chris & Cosey,
Interpol,
Unwound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Dave Clark Five,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.