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 Maldives and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Magazine to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Laurel Aitken,
John Lydon,
ABBA,
John Cale,
Porter Ricks,
Theoretical Girls,
The Young Rascals,
Vladislav Delay,
Loose Ends,
Howard Jones,
Reuben Wilson,
Rekid,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joyce Sims,
Moss Icon,
One Last Wish,
Bobby Sherman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scientists,
Spandau Ballet,
The Grass Roots,
CMW,
Talk Talk,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lakeside,
Tim Buckley,
The Velvet Underground,
Pharoah Sanders,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Vainqueur,
John Foxx,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lalo Schifrin,
Television Personalities,
Bang On A Can,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cluster,
Black Sheep,
X-101,
Joy Division,
Camouflage,
Drive Like Jehu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Organ,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Mojo Men,
the Slits,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Toni Rubio,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Thompson Twins,
Wolf Eyes,
Boz Scaggs,
The Busters,
the Soft Cell,
Eli Mardock,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.