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 Netherlands and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro 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 Throbbing Gristle to the jazz 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Joy Division,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Shuggie Otis,
Erasure,
The Trojans,
Fad Gadget,
Steve Hackett,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Niagra,
Roxy Music,
Popol Vuh,
Monolake,
Howard Jones,
Big Daddy Kane,
Minnie Riperton,
Gong,
Q and Not U,
Yellowson,
Model 500,
Dorothy Ashby,
Brass Construction,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Star Department,
Scan 7,
Lyres,
Bizarre Inc.,
Supertramp,
Gabor Szabo,
Ultravox,
Man Parrish,
Country Teasers,
Lee Hazlewood,
New Order,
Wolf Eyes,
Technova,
Aaron Thompson,
World's Most,
Morten Harket,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Camouflage,
Wally Richardson,
Zero Boys,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eric B and Rakim,
Max Romeo,
Swans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Camberwell Now,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Moon,
David Bowie,
The Names,
Delta 5,
Eurythmics,
Eddi Front,
Curtis Mayfield,
Deakin,
Public Enemy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tubeway Army,
Kool Moe Dee,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.