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 Honduras and from Milan.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer 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 The Moleskins 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Tears for Fears,
Camberwell Now,
Masters at Work,
Subhumans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Icehouse,
The Fuzztones,
The Fugs,
Stetsasonic,
Swell Maps,
Cymande,
Easy Going,
Michelle Simonal,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gabor Szabo,
Intrusion,
L. Decosne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Idris Muhammad,
Glenn Branca,
Jacques Brel,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marshall Jefferson,
Shoche,
The Mummies,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Gories,
Model 500,
Wings,
Adolescents,
New York Dolls,
Ronan,
Warren Ellis,
Cheater Slicks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Archie Shepp,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Y Pants,
The Grass Roots,
Jimmy McGriff,
Interpol,
David Axelrod,
Flash Fearless,
The Barracudas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Alton Ellis,
Gang Starr,
The Velvet Underground,
Massinfluence,
X-102,
8 Eyed Spy,
Minnie Riperton,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dark Day,
kango's stein massive,
Sonic Youth,
FM Einheit,
AZ,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.