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 Laos and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the disco 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
48th St. Collective,
Livin' Joy,
Siglo XX,
Jeff Mills,
Gerry Rafferty,
Godley & Creme,
The Toasters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Brick,
The Smoke,
Robert Hood,
Sight & Sound,
Bill Near,
Q and Not U,
Blake Baxter,
Lucky Dragons,
Juan Atkins,
LL Cool J,
Avey Tare,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Pop Group,
Pulsallama,
Moss Icon,
Vladislav Delay,
Nirvana,
Rakim,
The Associates,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Flash Fearless,
The Sound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Make Up,
New York Dolls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Newcleus,
PIL,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Skarface,
Magazine,
Unwound,
Country Teasers,
This Heat,
Mo-Dettes,
Joy Division,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tommy Roe,
The Young Rascals,
Oblivians,
ABC,
The Standells,
Brand Nubian,
Lee Hazlewood,
Peter and Kerry,
Joe Smooth,
Hot Snakes,
Liliput,
Panda Bear,
The Saints,
Robert Görl,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Goldenarms,
ABBA,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.