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 Vanuatu and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the disco 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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Sister Nancy,
E-Dancer,
Dennis Brown,
Soft Cell,
Soft Machine,
Darondo,
Eric Dolphy,
the Soft Cell,
Funky Four + One,
Janne Schatter,
Skriet,
Shoche,
Susan Cadogan,
Boz Scaggs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Yusef Lateef,
Stereo Dub,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Alphaville,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lower 48,
Harpers Bizarre,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Faraquet,
Qualms,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Raincoats,
Talk Talk,
H. Thieme,
Wolf Eyes,
Fat Boys,
Aloha Tigers,
JFA,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bang On A Can,
Hasil Adkins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Saints,
June of 44,
Rekid,
Iggy Pop,
Skarface,
Stetsasonic,
Severed Heads,
Massinfluence,
Visage,
Scion,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Association,
Neu!,
John Foxx,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sparks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Q and Not U,
The Blues Magoos,
Avey Tare,
10cc,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Aaron Thompson,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.