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 Kyrgyzstan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord 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 Hardrive to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Joyce Sims,
Yaz,
Jeff Lynne,
The American Breed,
Blossom Toes,
Brothers Johnson,
Anthony Braxton,
Joe Finger,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
These Immortal Souls,
Echospace,
The Blues Magoos,
Maurizio,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Duran Duran,
Panda Bear,
Connie Case,
Dual Sessions,
Newcleus,
Flipper,
Suburban Knight,
Negative Approach,
Pylon,
Can,
The Doors,
the Swans,
The Victims,
Boogie Down Productions,
Johnny Osbourne,
Shuggie Otis,
The Star Department,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soft Cell,
FM Einheit,
L. Decosne,
Pet Shop Boys,
Aaron Thompson,
Rites of Spring,
The Mojo Men,
Nils Olav,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gang Green,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marmalade,
Terry Callier,
The Cowsills,
Radiopuhelimet,
Maleditus Sound,
Lower 48,
Grey Daturas,
Colin Newman,
Pere Ubu,
The Saints,
Magazine,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Drexciya,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.