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 Uzbekistan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Reuben Wilson,
Jeff Lynne,
The Residents,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Desert Stars,
Charles Mingus,
Oblivians,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Associates,
The Raincoats,
Jimmy McGriff,
Skarface,
Dark Day,
Sällskapet,
Niagra,
Eddi Front,
Deadbeat,
Aaron Thompson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
X-102,
Qualms,
Buzzcocks,
Avey Tare,
Arcadia,
Country Teasers,
The Blues Magoos,
Glambeats Corp.,
Groovy Waters,
Joe Smooth,
Todd Rundgren,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kayak,
Black Bananas,
Suicide,
Dorothy Ashby,
Prince Buster,
Roy Ayers,
New Age Steppers,
Swans,
OOIOO,
Eve St. Jones,
John Cale,
ABC,
Public Image Ltd.,
Harmonia,
The Busters,
L. Decosne,
Pylon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Saccharine Trust,
Crispy Ambulance,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Japan,
Yaz,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hoover,
Popol Vuh,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.