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 Norway and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
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 mellotron 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 Sound to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
E-Dancer,
Sam Rivers,
Amon Düül II,
The Angels of Light,
Johnny Clarke,
Animal Collective,
kango's stein massive,
La Düsseldorf,
Public Image Ltd.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
B.T. Express,
The Real Kids,
The Gladiators,
Pylon,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Monks,
James White and The Blacks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Prince Buster,
Dual Sessions,
Suicide,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gichy Dan,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Misunderstood,
Big Daddy Kane,
Faust,
Black Flag,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jeff Mills,
Interpol,
The Fugs,
Yaz,
8 Eyed Spy,
Clear Light,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Kinks,
Supertramp,
Jerry Gold Smith,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Vogues,
Heaven 17,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
a-ha,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Audionom,
Yellowson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cameo,
Urselle,
The Star Department,
Subhumans,
The United States of America,
The Red Krayola,
Pulsallama,
Q65,
Absolute Body Control,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.