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 Bangladesh and from London.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the punk 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Das Ding,
Cheater Slicks,
Jeff Mills,
La Düsseldorf,
Slave,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Niagra,
Dennis Brown,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ossler,
Mad Mike,
The Black Dice,
Q and Not U,
Hardrive,
The Walker Brothers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Skarface,
The Shadows of Knight,
Khruangbin,
Whodini,
Bizarre Inc.,
Excepter,
Roxy Music,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ultravox,
Kaleidoscope,
Thompson Twins,
The Motions,
Glambeats Corp.,
Aural Exciters,
Reuben Wilson,
Anakelly,
Don Cherry,
Bang On A Can,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scan 7,
Darondo,
Howard Jones,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Vainqueur,
Gregory Isaacs,
10cc,
Banda Bassotti,
Rites of Spring,
Fad Gadget,
Colin Newman,
Second Layer,
Ten City,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The American Breed,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marine Girls,
Eli Mardock,
Cal Tjader,
Nation of Ulysses,
Chrome,
The Human League,
Surgeon,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.