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 Cape Verde and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 June Days to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Agent Orange,
Half Japanese,
Man Parrish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Gun Club,
Isaac Hayes,
Neil Young,
Connie Case,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joy Division,
Wire,
the Soft Cell,
UT,
One Last Wish,
The Fugs,
Loose Ends,
The Invisible,
Siglo XX,
La Düsseldorf,
Rites of Spring,
In Retrospect,
Boz Scaggs,
Crooked Eye,
Fatback Band,
The Barracudas,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Byrd,
The Martian,
Panda Bear,
Tim Buckley,
Tres Demented,
Oblivians,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mantronix,
Mary Jane Girls,
10cc,
Jandek,
The Index,
The Smiths,
Eli Mardock,
Wolf Eyes,
Stiv Bators,
The Busters,
Little Man,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Shuggie Otis,
World's Most,
Flash Fearless,
Jeff Mills,
Basic Channel,
Todd Terry,
Qualms,
Wings,
Dawn Penn,
The New Christs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ken Boothe,
Metal Thangz,
Todd Rundgren,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.