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 Sierra Leone and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rosa Yemen to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
kango's stein massive,
The Raincoats,
Tomorrow,
The Motions,
Qualms,
Suburban Knight,
Stockholm Monsters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Smiths,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Donny Hathaway,
Bob Dylan,
Basic Channel,
Joy Division,
Mr. Review,
Minny Pops,
Bluetip,
Second Layer,
D'Angelo,
Pagans,
Mark Hollis,
Neu!,
Sister Nancy,
Fela Kuti,
Suicide,
Eddi Front,
Isaac Hayes,
The Smoke,
Monks,
Harmonia,
Procol Harum,
Oblivians,
Loose Ends,
Amazonics,
Mad Mike,
Bobby Womack,
Robert Hood,
Dennis Brown,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sarah Menescal,
Terry Callier,
Talk Talk,
ABC,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cymande,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gong,
Wings,
Gang Green,
Spoonie Gee,
Gastr Del Sol,
Archie Shepp,
Nick Fraelich,
Icehouse,
Rod Modell,
X-101,
Skaos,
Sun Ra,
The Monks,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.