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 Andorra and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Holger Czukay 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 Second Layer to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Althea and Donna,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Quando Quango,
Neu!,
Harmonia,
Hasil Adkins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Parry Music,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Trojans,
The Gap Band,
Graham Central Station,
Camouflage,
DJ Sneak,
Chrome,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mandrill,
Maleditus Sound,
The Moody Blues,
Basic Channel,
Cameo,
The Five Americans,
U.S. Maple,
Pantaleimon,
Fatback Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gerry Rafferty,
Faraquet,
Brand Nubian,
Section 25,
The Associates,
Duran Duran,
Popol Vuh,
Matthew Bourne,
Infiniti,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sexual Harrassment,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jacob Miller,
Bronski Beat,
Pere Ubu,
Ituana,
Alton Ellis,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jeff Lynne,
Accadde A,
Newcleus,
Kerri Chandler,
Procol Harum,
The Slackers,
Freddie Wadling,
Lindisfarne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nick Fraelich,
World's Most,
June of 44,
Royal Trux,
A Certain Ratio,
Main Source,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.