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 Colombia and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Suicide to the grime 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur 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?
Max Romeo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Babytalk,
Spoonie Gee,
The Saints,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Flag,
Kas Product,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Remains,
Kurtis Blow,
Second Layer,
Bootsy Collins,
The Martian,
Soul II Soul,
Loose Ends,
Matthew Halsall,
Panda Bear,
The Mummies,
The Cowsills,
T.S.O.L.,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lightning Bolt,
Ice-T,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Au Pairs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Monks,
Maurizio,
Japan,
H. Thieme,
Suburban Knight,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Motorama,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The United States of America,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Half Japanese,
Ten City,
Outsiders,
David Bowie,
Erykah Badu,
Theoretical Girls,
Neu!,
Brick,
The Cramps,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eurythmics,
DJ Sneak,
Throbbing Gristle,
Chris Corsano,
Roy Ayers,
The Birthday Party,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ohio Players,
Schoolly D,
The Litter,
Absolute Body Control,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.