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 Peru and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ 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 Depeche Mode to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Pantaleimon,
Sam Rivers,
The Kinks,
Crash Course in Science,
Icehouse,
The Vogues,
FM Einheit,
The Blackbyrds,
Parry Music,
Tropical Tobacco,
Judy Mowatt,
Scion,
Kerrie Biddell,
Surgeon,
Thompson Twins,
Nation of Ulysses,
Organ,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crispy Ambulance,
Skaos,
The Stooges,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lightning Bolt,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Modern Lovers,
Harmonia,
LL Cool J,
JFA,
Altered Images,
Marc Almond,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Birthday Party,
Jeff Mills,
Eurythmics,
The Velvet Underground,
Graham Central Station,
Boogie Down Productions,
The New Christs,
the Soft Cell,
Mr. Review,
Sparks,
In Retrospect,
Fear,
Rapeman,
The Electric Prunes,
One Last Wish,
Ken Boothe,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Motorama,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Monks,
June of 44,
Joyce Sims,
The Wake,
Gabor Szabo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Skriet,
The Trojans,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.