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 Greece and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Model 500 to the crunk 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Agent Orange,
Liliput,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Holt,
Juan Atkins,
Deakin,
The Searchers,
Jacob Miller,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gichy Dan,
Average White Band,
Bauhaus,
Hot Snakes,
Warren Ellis,
Slave,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Seeds,
Niagra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Excepter,
Can,
Jawbox,
Amon Düül II,
Rotary Connection,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joy Division,
World's Most,
Frankie Knuckles,
K-Klass,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fugs,
Cybotron,
Gastr Del Sol,
DNA,
the Normal,
Boogie Down Productions,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The New Christs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Shoche,
Gerry Rafferty,
Vladislav Delay,
Wasted Youth,
The Electric Prunes,
Connie Case,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Parry Music,
Ice-T,
The Kinks,
Eddi Front,
Ponytail,
Loose Ends,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Monks,
Barry Ungar,
Marine Girls,
The Fall,
Sun City Girls,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.