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 Barbados and from Columbus.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord 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 Moby Grape to the dance 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Angry Samoans,
The Walker Brothers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
New Age Steppers,
Brick,
Sun City Girls,
Jacob Miller,
Spandau Ballet,
The Names,
a-ha,
Aswad,
Talk Talk,
Television,
Alison Limerick,
Lower 48,
Essential Logic,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pantytec,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kenny Larkin,
Glenn Branca,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Metal Thangz,
The Trojans,
Shuggie Otis,
The Doors,
Funky Four + One,
Wasted Youth,
Rites of Spring,
Symarip,
Heaven 17,
Banda Bassotti,
The Sonics,
Pierre Henry,
The Music Machine,
Eurythmics,
The Pretty Things,
The J.B.'s,
Outsiders,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fortunes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Moebius,
Peter and Kerry,
Marvin Gaye,
Slick Rick,
the Germs,
Unwound,
Rekid,
Animal Collective,
Scott Walker,
Brand Nubian,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jesper Dahlback,
Toni Rubio,
Byron Stingily,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.