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 Gambia 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kenny Larkin to the funk 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Y Pants,
Outsiders,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Human League,
Adolescents,
Cal Tjader,
New York Dolls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Morten Harket,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Zero Boys,
Sight & Sound,
Yazoo,
Nirvana,
the Germs,
Hashim,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bang On A Can,
Brothers Johnson,
Swell Maps,
Erasure,
Gang Starr,
The Index,
Bootsy Collins,
Jacques Brel,
Pulsallama,
Kas Product,
Shoche,
Bob Dylan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tears for Fears,
La Düsseldorf,
Neu!,
Janne Schatter,
Fad Gadget,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Flag,
Gang Green,
Reuben Wilson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
New Order,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bush Tetras,
Ultravox,
Cluster,
Circle Jerks,
The Stooges,
Faraquet,
The Grass Roots,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dead Boys,
Grey Daturas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.