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 Tunisia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Byron Stingily to the electroclash 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eve St. Jones,
B.T. Express,
ABC,
Arcadia,
Cameo,
New Order,
The Sonics,
The Five Americans,
Eli Mardock,
Ronan,
Spoonie Gee,
Stereo Dub,
Ralphi Rosario,
T. Rex,
The Evens,
Animal Collective,
Patti Smith,
Avey Tare,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pulsallama,
Marshall Jefferson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Charles Mingus,
The Blackbyrds,
PIL,
Erykah Badu,
Drexciya,
World's Most,
The Busters,
Model 500,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sixth Finger,
Mr. Review,
Michelle Simonal,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cluster,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dual Sessions,
Jawbox,
The Neon Judgement,
Alphaville,
Faraquet,
Angry Samoans,
Pylon,
The Golliwogs,
Intrusion,
H. Thieme,
Davy DMX,
The Knickerbockers,
FM Einheit,
The Index,
The Birthday Party,
The Divine Comedy,
Cymande,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.