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 Guinea-Bissau and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 June Days to the rock 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sam Rivers,
Black Flag,
The Offenders,
Junior Murvin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Babytalk,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sister Nancy,
Stereo Dub,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mission of Burma,
Nils Olav,
The Moody Blues,
Outsiders,
UT,
Danielle Patucci,
Pylon,
Lou Christie,
Mad Mike,
Crime,
The Divine Comedy,
Chrome,
Reagan Youth,
Severed Heads,
Amon Düül,
Hashim,
Radiopuhelimet,
Terry Callier,
World's Most,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marvin Gaye,
Mandrill,
Yaz,
Buzzcocks,
ABC,
Gabor Szabo,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Doobie Brothers,
Barbara Tucker,
Cybotron,
Swans,
Loose Ends,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cluster,
Aloha Tigers,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Busters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rapeman,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lungfish,
Pantaleimon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mantronix,
PIL,
Ronan,
Can,
Roxy Music,
Visage,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Main Source,
cv313,
In Retrospect,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.