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 Madagascar and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar 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 Moebius to the electroclash 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maurizio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yusef Lateef,
Rekid,
Peter & Gordon,
Hot Snakes,
Sugar Minott,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Pus,
Stereo Dub,
Freddie Wadling,
Lightning Bolt,
The Monks,
Adolescents,
Erykah Badu,
Soulsonic Force,
The Shadows of Knight,
Echospace,
Stetsasonic,
Index,
Swell Maps,
48th St. Collective,
Scott Walker,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Patti Smith,
The Zeros,
Simply Red,
The Kinks,
X-102,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Yellowson,
Reagan Youth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
a-ha,
Accadde A,
New Order,
Fat Boys,
Kerri Chandler,
Television Personalities,
Cheater Slicks,
Lalann,
Funkadelic,
John Coltrane,
The Dead C,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Radio Birdman,
Metal Thangz,
These Immortal Souls,
Sarah Menescal,
Little Man,
Avey Tare,
Erasure,
A Certain Ratio,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fatback Band,
Thompson Twins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Throbbing Gristle,
Chrome,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.