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 Chile and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba 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 Crispy Ambulance to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aswad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Quando Quango,
Spandau Ballet,
Ice-T,
Crispian St. Peters,
Thee Headcoats,
Young Marble Giants,
Zero Boys,
Soul Sonic Force,
UT,
cv313,
Gichy Dan,
Deakin,
K-Klass,
Royal Trux,
Monks,
Bauhaus,
The Moody Blues,
Jerry Gold Smith,
David Axelrod,
Eurythmics,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lebanon Hanover,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nik Kershaw,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gerry Rafferty,
Hardrive,
The Flesh Eaters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
D'Angelo,
Alphaville,
Quantec,
Trumans Water,
X-101,
Basic Channel,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Main Source,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pylon,
The Young Rascals,
the Soft Cell,
Black Pus,
The Slits,
The Victims,
Minor Threat,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Bananas,
Lucky Dragons,
Magazine,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rotary Connection,
Marc Almond,
Erykah Badu,
Pussy Galore,
Inner City,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ronnie Foster,
Henry Cow,
Desert Stars,
Scion,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.