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 Lebanon and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet 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 Flash Fearless to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Anakelly,
Amazonics,
Carl Craig,
The Cure,
Steve Hackett,
Alice Coltrane,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crash Course in Science,
Kas Product,
Rakim,
Animal Collective,
The Tremeloes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gichy Dan,
Mad Mike,
the Normal,
MDC,
The Vogues,
Mantronix,
EPMD,
Glambeats Corp.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Maleditus Sound,
The Wake,
B.T. Express,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Electric Prunes,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Sheep,
The Associates,
Graham Central Station,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Motions,
Jeru the Damaja,
Neil Young,
Sandy B,
Outsiders,
The Slackers,
Deakin,
Barclay James Harvest,
Judy Mowatt,
The Sound,
Bang On A Can,
The Last Poets,
Mandrill,
Skarface,
Nas,
Radiohead,
The Seeds,
One Last Wish,
Boogie Down Productions,
Moss Icon,
Newcleus,
Au Pairs,
Banda Bassotti,
The Victims,
Matthew Bourne,
Shoche,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.