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 United Kingdom and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Shuggie Otis to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Visage,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ludus,
Unrelated Segments,
Terry Callier,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jerry's Kids,
Boredoms,
The Invisible,
Grey Daturas,
Metal Thangz,
Motorama,
The Cure,
Bauhaus,
the Sonics,
Alice Coltrane,
Yusef Lateef,
the Germs,
Eric Copeland,
Ultra Naté,
Amazonics,
Electric Prunes,
Young Marble Giants,
Sound Behaviour,
Fluxion,
Pantytec,
Q and Not U,
Jawbox,
The Sisters of Mercy,
KRS-One,
Altered Images,
E-Dancer,
The Tremeloes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Thee Headcoats,
Lou Reed,
Tears for Fears,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Severed Heads,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hot Snakes,
Andrew Hill,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Swans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lakeside,
Eve St. Jones,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fuzztones,
Rod Modell,
Marmalade,
New Order,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fire Engines,
Delta 5,
Cybotron,
kango's stein massive,
the Human League,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.