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 Bhutan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Holger Czukay 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 The Pretty Things to the punk 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
The Residents,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tres Demented,
Simply Red,
Malaria!,
Soul Sonic Force,
Albert Ayler,
Ludus,
Spoonie Gee,
D'Angelo,
The Doors,
China Crisis,
Agitation Free,
Swans,
Drexciya,
Monolake,
The Searchers,
Circle Jerks,
Gichy Dan,
Theoretical Girls,
Lou Christie,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cheater Slicks,
JFA,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Association,
Hot Snakes,
Todd Rundgren,
Ornette Coleman,
Pierre Henry,
Los Fastidios,
Black Bananas,
The Barracudas,
Pylon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eurythmics,
Severed Heads,
Blancmange,
World's Most,
Lou Reed,
Lower 48,
U.S. Maple,
Scrapy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Groovy Waters,
The Stooges,
DJ Style,
Don Cherry,
Cymande,
Jeff Lynne,
Monks,
Connie Case,
The Music Machine,
K-Klass,
Blossom Toes,
Joe Smooth,
Arthur Verocai,
The Mummies,
H. Thieme,
Icehouse,
Peter and Kerry,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.