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 Ecuador and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kaleidoscope to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
The Saints,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Sonics,
Panda Bear,
T.S.O.L.,
DJ Sneak,
Yusef Lateef,
Marc Almond,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rosa Yemen,
Malaria!,
Thompson Twins,
The Velvet Underground,
Judy Mowatt,
The Residents,
the Soft Cell,
Sällskapet,
X-Ray Spex,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bill Wells,
The Five Americans,
Thee Headcoats,
Lalann,
Bauhaus,
Robert Hood,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wings,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Litter,
Bootsy Collins,
Tom Boy,
John Holt,
Lebanon Hanover,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tres Demented,
John Lydon,
Khruangbin,
Dave Gahan,
Drexciya,
Barrington Levy,
Schoolly D,
Archie Shepp,
D'Angelo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Amon Düül,
Alice Coltrane,
AZ,
L. Decosne,
Rites of Spring,
Cecil Taylor,
Gang Green,
Ultra Naté,
Grey Daturas,
The Barracudas,
Index,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Patti Smith,
Pagans,
The Divine Comedy,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.