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 Ghana and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ 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 X-Ray Spex to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soft Machine,
Max Romeo,
Jawbox,
Bang On A Can,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Toasters,
Symarip,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Technova,
Pet Shop Boys,
Moss Icon,
Vladislav Delay,
Sarah Menescal,
Wings,
T. Rex,
Monks,
Underground Resistance,
Schoolly D,
Tears for Fears,
LL Cool J,
Angry Samoans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Aloha Tigers,
The Doors,
Can,
Steve Hackett,
48th St. Collective,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobby Womack,
a-ha,
Black Pus,
Soft Cell,
Oneida,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mission of Burma,
Depeche Mode,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
DJ Style,
Rosa Yemen,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kenny Larkin,
Matthew Bourne,
UT,
The Remains,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Offenders,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marvin Gaye,
Nation of Ulysses,
Camouflage,
Grauzone,
Danielle Patucci,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hashim,
Tom Boy,
the Association,
John Cale,
Mary Jane Girls,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.