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 Thailand and from Spokane.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the dance 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
The Tremeloes,
Interpol,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Dirtbombs,
Erasure,
Marcia Griffiths,
Yellowson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Iggy Pop,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dead Boys,
Malaria!,
Joyce Sims,
Scrapy,
Metal Thangz,
Rites of Spring,
Technova,
Altered Images,
Negative Approach,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Prince Buster,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jeff Mills,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Skarface,
Dorothy Ashby,
Harry Pussy,
The Leaves,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fat Boys,
The Fall,
Shuggie Otis,
Dual Sessions,
Moby Grape,
Bang On A Can,
The Sonics,
Nils Olav,
Unrelated Segments,
Easy Going,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Cowsills,
Ohio Players,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Stetsasonic,
Zero Boys,
Jesper Dahlback,
Letta Mbulu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ituana,
Crash Course in Science,
Ossler,
This Heat,
The Electric Prunes,
ABC,
The Fugs,
The Fuzztones,
The Black Dice,
48th St. Collective,
Procol Harum,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.