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 Morocco and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb 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 Stiv Bators to the grime 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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Sister Nancy,
Morten Harket,
New Order,
Hashim,
Absolute Body Control,
Minor Threat,
Siglo XX,
Jeff Lynne,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fugs,
Trumans Water,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pantaleimon,
Brick,
Eric B and Rakim,
Panda Bear,
Heaven 17,
Archie Shepp,
The Blues Magoos,
Jandek,
The Pop Group,
Los Fastidios,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Durutti Column,
48th St. Collective,
Gabor Szabo,
Ornette Coleman,
Funky Four + One,
The American Breed,
Marc Almond,
Scrapy,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Maleditus Sound,
The Black Dice,
Suicide,
Bobby Sherman,
Johnny Clarke,
Unrelated Segments,
DJ Style,
Eurythmics,
Rites of Spring,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
DNA,
Porter Ricks,
Stereo Dub,
Arcadia,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Man Parrish,
Gang Green,
The Walker Brothers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gong,
Jesper Dahlback,
Agitation Free,
Minutemen,
Inner City,
The Birthday Party,
Bad Manners,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.