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 Vietnam and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
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 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 Slackers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
The Buckinghams,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Simply Red,
Blancmange,
The Wake,
Boredoms,
Dual Sessions,
OOIOO,
The Pretty Things,
These Immortal Souls,
Piero Umiliani,
Charles Mingus,
Nils Olav,
Sonic Youth,
Absolute Body Control,
FM Einheit,
Skriet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Johnny Osbourne,
Janne Schatter,
The Sound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eli Mardock,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Franke,
X-101,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Human League,
Fat Boys,
Vladislav Delay,
Can,
Man Parrish,
Bizarre Inc.,
Interpol,
the Human League,
Camouflage,
Groovy Waters,
Scion,
Marc Almond,
Danielle Patucci,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Remains,
The Fugs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rakim,
Drive Like Jehu,
Don Cherry,
The Stooges,
Hardrive,
Lyres,
Ten City,
The Walker Brothers,
ABBA,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Velvet Underground,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Chris & Cosey,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.