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 Laos and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Bauhaus to the rock 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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Amon Düül II,
Marcia Griffiths,
Derrick May,
The Fire Engines,
Ronan,
Crash Course in Science,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Standells,
Tom Boy,
The Residents,
Young Marble Giants,
The Durutti Column,
Delta 5,
Lightning Bolt,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Harmonia,
Laurel Aitken,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Quadrant,
Von Mondo,
Clear Light,
Vainqueur,
The Raincoats,
Unwound,
Second Layer,
The Buckinghams,
Wally Richardson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
LL Cool J,
Subhumans,
Underground Resistance,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wasted Youth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Max Romeo,
The Moody Blues,
La Düsseldorf,
A Certain Ratio,
Radio Birdman,
Siglo XX,
Cecil Taylor,
Nik Kershaw,
OOIOO,
Unrelated Segments,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Youth Brigade,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cymande,
Janne Schatter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Gories,
The Tremeloes,
The United States of America,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Patti Smith,
Cal Tjader,
Mandrill,
Lyres,
Franke,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.