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 Romania and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Rekid to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
the Human League,
Spandau Ballet,
Subhumans,
48th St. Collective,
Isaac Hayes,
Siglo XX,
The Five Americans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Gladiators,
Cluster,
Jeff Lynne,
Panda Bear,
Quando Quango,
The Gories,
the Normal,
Patti Smith,
Marvin Gaye,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kool Moe Dee,
Yaz,
Q and Not U,
Althea and Donna,
Piero Umiliani,
Kayak,
The Doobie Brothers,
Zero Boys,
The Cure,
Icehouse,
Bob Dylan,
The Monochrome Set,
Sound Behaviour,
The Count Five,
the Swans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
In Retrospect,
Outsiders,
The Fugs,
Sixth Finger,
UT,
Charles Mingus,
Rakim,
Terrestrial Tones,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fugazi,
Symarip,
Albert Ayler,
Fatback Band,
kango's stein massive,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Reagan Youth,
Mantronix,
The Invisible,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
David Bowie,
Underground Resistance,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.