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 Japan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Japan to the electroclash 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
The Black Dice,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ponytail,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Leaves,
The United States of America,
Babytalk,
Duran Duran,
Sonic Youth,
KRS-One,
Television,
Trumans Water,
The Durutti Column,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Beau Brummels,
The Real Kids,
The Invisible,
Second Layer,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soul Sonic Force,
Schoolly D,
Tommy Roe,
Sun City Girls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jeff Mills,
Black Moon,
X-Ray Spex,
Joe Finger,
Alison Limerick,
DJ Sneak,
Marvin Gaye,
Soulsonic Force,
Slick Rick,
PIL,
F. McDonald,
Kaleidoscope,
Leonard Cohen,
Warren Ellis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Roy Ayers,
Cheater Slicks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
This Heat,
Deepchord,
The Selecter,
John Holt,
Interpol,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Country Joe & The Fish,
China Crisis,
Sister Nancy,
Theoretical Girls,
Rekid,
Ultra Naté,
Talk Talk,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Amon Düül,
Cybotron,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kenny Larkin,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pet Shop Boys,
Swans,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.