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 Vanuatu and from New York.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the techno 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Aloha Tigers,
The J.B.'s,
Oneida,
Harry Pussy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Evens,
Alton Ellis,
Sandy B,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hardrive,
Tim Buckley,
Young Marble Giants,
The Dead C,
Bobby Sherman,
The Pop Group,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Letta Mbulu,
Jerry's Kids,
Patti Smith,
Susan Cadogan,
Bootsy Collins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Sonics,
Television Personalities,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Grass Roots,
La Düsseldorf,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Swell Maps,
LL Cool J,
Man Eating Sloth,
Easy Going,
Fad Gadget,
John Lydon,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cluster,
Maleditus Sound,
Chris Corsano,
DJ Sneak,
The Victims,
Thee Headcoats,
Andrew Hill,
UT,
Cymande,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Visage,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Wake,
Eve St. Jones,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Velvet Underground,
Scrapy,
Barry Ungar,
Amon Düül,
Procol Harum,
Gabor Szabo,
Country Teasers,
The Music Machine,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.