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 Cyprus and from Houston.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 Tres Demented to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Goldenarms,
Faraquet,
Carl Craig,
Gil Scott Heron,
Neu!,
Heaven 17,
Janne Schatter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Sheep,
The Residents,
The J.B.'s,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Liliput,
Basic Channel,
Marine Girls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Freddie Wadling,
Los Fastidios,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dennis Brown,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Absolute Body Control,
Pole,
The Trojans,
Ituana,
T. Rex,
The Dirtbombs,
Warren Ellis,
Kurtis Blow,
LL Cool J,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eddi Front,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sight & Sound,
The Raincoats,
Deadbeat,
Magma,
Vladislav Delay,
Youth Brigade,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
New Order,
Piero Umiliani,
Bush Tetras,
Nils Olav,
The Dave Clark Five,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Monolake,
Sexual Harrassment,
Maleditus Sound,
Tres Demented,
The Mojo Men,
Barrington Levy,
Sandy B,
The Red Krayola,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nirvana,
Bauhaus,
Niagra,
The Shadows of Knight,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.