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 Japan and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba 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 Skarface to the grunge 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 Television. All the underground hits.
All The Human League 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 grunge 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Ponytail,
The Slits,
Judy Mowatt,
Hoover,
Rites of Spring,
Wire,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lou Christie,
Don Cherry,
The J.B.'s,
Smog,
Cheater Slicks,
Tomorrow,
Mandrill,
The Fuzztones,
Eurythmics,
Iggy Pop,
Nirvana,
Godley & Creme,
Bluetip,
Shoche,
The Pretty Things,
X-101,
The Red Krayola,
The Moody Blues,
Kurtis Blow,
Reagan Youth,
Agitation Free,
Ornette Coleman,
Maurizio,
Boredoms,
MC5,
Funkadelic,
Panda Bear,
Guru Guru,
The New Christs,
Blossom Toes,
Joensuu 1685,
Jacques Brel,
Outsiders,
This Heat,
Joy Division,
Bang On A Can,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gabor Szabo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Neil Young,
Half Japanese,
Rekid,
Ohio Players,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Gladiators,
David McCallum,
Chrome,
Moby Grape,
Joyce Sims,
Yaz,
The Seeds,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.