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 Liechtenstein and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lucky Dragons to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Surgeon,
Black Flag,
Severed Heads,
Make Up,
Half Japanese,
Brand Nubian,
Second Layer,
Groovy Waters,
Steve Hackett,
Morten Harket,
Los Fastidios,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
H. Thieme,
Sight & Sound,
Yazoo,
Skriet,
Robert Wyatt,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Masters at Work,
Buzzcocks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
David Bowie,
Brass Construction,
8 Eyed Spy,
Amon Düül II,
Patti Smith,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Evens,
Graham Central Station,
Reuben Wilson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lou Reed,
The Beau Brummels,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
E-Dancer,
Goldenarms,
Royal Trux,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Duran Duran,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Saccharine Trust,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lindisfarne,
June Days,
Sparks,
Popol Vuh,
Deepchord,
The Names,
Clear Light,
The Buckinghams,
Dark Day,
Faraquet,
The Raincoats,
Pulsallama,
Pierre Henry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Foxx,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.