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 Latvia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ 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 Leonard Cohen to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Fad Gadget,
The Red Krayola,
The Standells,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ultimate Spinach,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kerri Chandler,
Y Pants,
Nik Kershaw,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
48th St. Collective,
Young Marble Giants,
Patti Smith,
Sandy B,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Amon Düül II,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sparks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mars,
The Sonics,
Crooked Eye,
The Durutti Column,
Khruangbin,
Adolescents,
Davy DMX,
Eric Copeland,
Dark Day,
Alton Ellis,
Maleditus Sound,
ABBA,
Arcadia,
Blancmange,
Unrelated Segments,
Joensuu 1685,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joe Finger,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Barbara Tucker,
Lyres,
Neil Young,
Derrick May,
Fat Boys,
Colin Newman,
The Invisible,
Arthur Verocai,
Duran Duran,
Blake Baxter,
The Modern Lovers,
Bootsy Collins,
Bluetip,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Five Americans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eric Dolphy,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.