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 Ivory Coast and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 UT to the rock 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
John Foxx,
Vladislav Delay,
The Gladiators,
Pagans,
Liliput,
Big Daddy Kane,
Glenn Branca,
The Skatalites,
The Zeros,
Amon Düül II,
The Flesh Eaters,
Babytalk,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kas Product,
The Techniques,
Guru Guru,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Raincoats,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Bananas,
David Bowie,
Carl Craig,
Au Pairs,
Talk Talk,
Lou Christie,
The Birthday Party,
Wings,
Yaz,
Gichy Dan,
Little Man,
OOIOO,
Pantytec,
Fad Gadget,
Roxy Music,
The Misunderstood,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Durutti Column,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Banda Bassotti,
Technova,
Clear Light,
Spoonie Gee,
The Tremeloes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Grass Roots,
L. Decosne,
Althea and Donna,
Blancmange,
The Leaves,
Sam Rivers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Piero Umiliani,
Jeff Mills,
Amon Düül,
Niagra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rotary Connection,
the Soft Cell,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.