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 Belize and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 John Holt to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
The Litter,
Crash Course in Science,
The Selecter,
The J.B.'s,
The Kinks,
The Velvet Underground,
Scion,
The Victims,
The Gun Club,
Interpol,
Youth Brigade,
Suicide,
Anthony Braxton,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dennis Brown,
The Monochrome Set,
Marmalade,
Bizarre Inc.,
Whodini,
Depeche Mode,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roy Ayers,
Niagra,
The Misunderstood,
Donny Hathaway,
Neu!,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Infiniti,
Magazine,
The Fall,
Kas Product,
The Count Five,
Scan 7,
Black Flag,
Isaac Hayes,
Hasil Adkins,
Soulsonic Force,
The Seeds,
Yazoo,
Zero Boys,
Ponytail,
The Music Machine,
Audionom,
The Associates,
Underground Resistance,
The Black Dice,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
OOIOO,
Peter & Gordon,
Masters at Work,
Joyce Sims,
Crispy Ambulance,
Toni Rubio,
Mantronix,
The Saints,
Aaron Thompson,
U.S. Maple,
Funky Four + One,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.