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 Zambia and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Black Dice to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure 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?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bill Near,
Sexual Harrassment,
Aural Exciters,
Magma,
Lungfish,
Eve St. Jones,
Kaleidoscope,
Man Eating Sloth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sarah Menescal,
Suburban Knight,
Schoolly D,
Nation of Ulysses,
Khruangbin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Young Marble Giants,
Rekid,
Barclay James Harvest,
Robert Wyatt,
Bad Manners,
Guru Guru,
Deepchord,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Radio Birdman,
Alice Coltrane,
Radiohead,
The American Breed,
The Music Machine,
Spoonie Gee,
Essential Logic,
These Immortal Souls,
Joe Smooth,
Avey Tare,
DJ Sneak,
Slick Rick,
Electric Prunes,
Jeff Lynne,
Flash Fearless,
Junior Murvin,
Althea and Donna,
The Moody Blues,
T.S.O.L.,
The Red Krayola,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Little Man,
Babytalk,
Pantaleimon,
Agitation Free,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Urselle,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Banda Bassotti,
Barrington Levy,
Ronnie Foster,
The Gap Band,
June Days,
Infiniti,
Eric B and Rakim,
Whodini,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.