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 Taiwan and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Patti Smith to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Doors,
a-ha,
the Normal,
Dennis Brown,
Reuben Wilson,
Yusef Lateef,
The Durutti Column,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scientists,
Marvin Gaye,
Icehouse,
This Heat,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joyce Sims,
The Litter,
The Seeds,
Pharoah Sanders,
Radiohead,
The Flesh Eaters,
X-101,
The Sonics,
Ralphi Rosario,
Moss Icon,
Circle Jerks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Judy Mowatt,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Red Krayola,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rites of Spring,
Deepchord,
Lakeside,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cecil Taylor,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nils Olav,
Terry Callier,
Rod Modell,
Morten Harket,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Royal Trux,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joey Negro,
Mantronix,
Brass Construction,
Little Man,
Monks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Easy Going,
Depeche Mode,
Skaos,
Vainqueur,
Jawbox,
Technova,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.