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 Fiji and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dead C to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Crooked Eye,
Section 25,
Avey Tare,
Faust,
Susan Cadogan,
Basic Channel,
Tres Demented,
Magazine,
8 Eyed Spy,
Zero Boys,
The Toasters,
Scrapy,
Gabor Szabo,
Fugazi,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Barry Ungar,
The Monochrome Set,
Royal Trux,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sixth Finger,
Unwound,
the Association,
Pagans,
Reagan Youth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Matthew Bourne,
The Move,
Inner City,
Chris Corsano,
Girls At Our Best!,
Althea and Donna,
Roger Hodgson,
Nick Fraelich,
Intrusion,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jacob Miller,
Dorothy Ashby,
Delta 5,
Dark Day,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lower 48,
Sun Ra,
Moby Grape,
Dennis Brown,
Yellowson,
Oneida,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Aural Exciters,
Spandau Ballet,
Morten Harket,
Al Stewart,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pylon,
DNA,
Bauhaus,
A Certain Ratio,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Cowsills,
Fat Boys,
The Trojans,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.