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 Haiti and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Q65 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eden Ahbez,
Echospace,
Neu!,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ice-T,
New Order,
Pylon,
Fatback Band,
Skriet,
One Last Wish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Babytalk,
Circle Jerks,
Rufus Thomas,
The Invisible,
Toni Rubio,
Soul II Soul,
Minor Threat,
Boz Scaggs,
Los Fastidios,
The Pretty Things,
Moss Icon,
Unrelated Segments,
Lakeside,
Panda Bear,
Wasted Youth,
Kas Product,
Das Ding,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Clear Light,
Half Japanese,
Darondo,
Erykah Badu,
DJ Sneak,
Bizarre Inc.,
La Düsseldorf,
The Vogues,
Pussy Galore,
Marcia Griffiths,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sixth Finger,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Yazoo,
Cheater Slicks,
The Knickerbockers,
Dave Gahan,
Sam Rivers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Moby Grape,
Shoche,
Kaleidoscope,
Fear,
Goldenarms,
Don Cherry,
Neil Young,
Blake Baxter,
Franke,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.