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 Panama and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 New Order to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Intrusion,
Scan 7,
Ultravox,
Vladislav Delay,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Evens,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sonic Youth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Goldenarms,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
New York Dolls,
Absolute Body Control,
Minny Pops,
Panda Bear,
Arab on Radar,
Rites of Spring,
MC5,
Audionom,
Pagans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
UT,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pylon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Five Americans,
Warren Ellis,
Danielle Patucci,
Index,
Robert Hood,
Sound Behaviour,
Ultimate Spinach,
T.S.O.L.,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Donald Byrd,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Infiniti,
The Last Poets,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jeff Mills,
The Young Rascals,
Talk Talk,
Tomorrow,
Vainqueur,
Wire,
Bizarre Inc.,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Gap Band,
Qualms,
The Sonics,
Moebius,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gastr Del Sol,
Organ,
The Victims,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.