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 Montenegro and from Delhi.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Sexual Harrassment to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lou Christie,
Ronnie Foster,
Das Ding,
Drive Like Jehu,
Minny Pops,
Yellowson,
Blossom Toes,
The New Christs,
Delta 5,
Animal Collective,
The Star Department,
Sandy B,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Kinks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bootsy Collins,
The Skatalites,
F. McDonald,
Laurel Aitken,
Talk Talk,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Electric Prunes,
Guru Guru,
Fluxion,
Black Bananas,
Urselle,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dead Boys,
Graham Central Station,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Parry Music,
Man Parrish,
Minutemen,
Altered Images,
Glambeats Corp.,
Janne Schatter,
Joy Division,
Ultravox,
Dawn Penn,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Todd Terry,
Matthew Halsall,
Jesper Dahlback,
cv313,
Malaria!,
Depeche Mode,
CMW,
Roger Hodgson,
Flipper,
Sun City Girls,
Rod Modell,
Amazonics,
Toni Rubio,
Liliput,
Soft Cell,
The Black Dice,
Chris Corsano,
Oneida,
Hot Snakes,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.