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 Estonia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Jesper Dahlback to the rock 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Erykah Badu,
Robert Wyatt,
The Skatalites,
Flash Fearless,
Rosa Yemen,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Blackbyrds,
KRS-One,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Quando Quango,
Thee Headcoats,
Slick Rick,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Tremeloes,
Desert Stars,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Half Japanese,
Ossler,
Brothers Johnson,
The Evens,
Zapp,
The Gun Club,
Mo-Dettes,
Idris Muhammad,
June Days,
Gang of Four,
Johnny Clarke,
Sun Ra,
Arcadia,
Gang Starr,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Dead C,
Shuggie Otis,
Soulsonic Force,
Sixth Finger,
Eve St. Jones,
Blake Baxter,
the Association,
Danielle Patucci,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Mummies,
John Cale,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Banda Bassotti,
AZ,
Minny Pops,
Mandrill,
Stetsasonic,
The Wake,
Bauhaus,
Ice-T,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.