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 Finland and from Columbus.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Absolute Body Control to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
The Cramps,
New Order,
DJ Style,
The Seeds,
Thee Headcoats,
Kayak,
Soul II Soul,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Trumans Water,
Donny Hathaway,
Kas Product,
Althea and Donna,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Normal,
Country Teasers,
Deadbeat,
Lindisfarne,
The Toasters,
Blossom Toes,
Moby Grape,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Matthew Halsall,
48th St. Collective,
AZ,
Big Daddy Kane,
Janne Schatter,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kerri Chandler,
PIL,
Howard Jones,
Crooked Eye,
the Fania All-Stars,
Minny Pops,
Desert Stars,
DNA,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Urselle,
Slick Rick,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Warsaw,
the Association,
The Gap Band,
Sällskapet,
Junior Murvin,
Scion,
Lalo Schifrin,
Throbbing Gristle,
Quando Quango,
The Gories,
David Bowie,
Quantec,
Girls At Our Best!,
Y Pants,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Velvet Underground,
John Foxx,
Motorama,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.