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 Georgia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Holger Czukay 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 Unwound to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Au Pairs,
Patti Smith,
In Retrospect,
Piero Umiliani,
Radiopuhelimet,
Neu!,
Peter and Kerry,
Erasure,
Howard Jones,
Roger Hodgson,
Moss Icon,
Sister Nancy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Gap Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Slackers,
Dual Sessions,
8 Eyed Spy,
Minny Pops,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mars,
Metal Thangz,
B.T. Express,
Fluxion,
Yusef Lateef,
Jandek,
Swans,
Half Japanese,
Hoover,
Unrelated Segments,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bill Wells,
The Knickerbockers,
Chris Corsano,
Bootsy Collins,
Soul Sonic Force,
Toni Rubio,
Pulsallama,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Juan Atkins,
Andrew Hill,
The Offenders,
The Fire Engines,
Hardrive,
Franke,
Infiniti,
Public Enemy,
Kurtis Blow,
Joy Division,
The Flesh Eaters,
New Order,
Ken Boothe,
Bob Dylan,
DNA,
Dorothy Ashby,
Steve Hackett,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.