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 Algeria and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Kayak to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Bobby Byrd,
Animal Collective,
Motorama,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
World's Most,
Bad Manners,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eric Dolphy,
Mr. Review,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
AZ,
K-Klass,
ABC,
The Cramps,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lyres,
Camouflage,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
PIL,
Toni Rubio,
Flash Fearless,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gil Scott Heron,
Half Japanese,
Supertramp,
Talk Talk,
The Fortunes,
Adolescents,
New York Dolls,
Henry Cow,
Ponytail,
The Saints,
One Last Wish,
Pere Ubu,
Sarah Menescal,
Hardrive,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Todd Rundgren,
Fluxion,
EPMD,
Avey Tare,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lightning Bolt,
FM Einheit,
The Young Rascals,
The Motions,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Birthday Party,
Nils Olav,
Drexciya,
ABBA,
The Raincoats,
Gregory Isaacs,
Matthew Bourne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Trumans Water,
Soft Cell,
Lucky Dragons,
John Lydon,
Todd Terry,
Roxette,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.