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 Mauritius and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Slave to the dance 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Inner City,
Michelle Simonal,
Groovy Waters,
The Gories,
Skarface,
Das Ding,
the Sonics,
Aloha Tigers,
Howard Jones,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Leaves,
The Cramps,
Lee Hazlewood,
Heaven 17,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mr. Review,
Ludus,
Sun Ra,
Massinfluence,
Marmalade,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
T.S.O.L.,
John Cale,
New York Dolls,
New Age Steppers,
Sarah Menescal,
Make Up,
Kerri Chandler,
The Velvet Underground,
Nas,
The Moleskins,
Eden Ahbez,
Colin Newman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cymande,
Echospace,
The Black Dice,
Television Personalities,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Shadows of Knight,
DJ Sneak,
the Soft Cell,
These Immortal Souls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Popol Vuh,
Hoover,
The Birthday Party,
Supertramp,
Roxette,
The Blues Magoos,
Arab on Radar,
Duran Duran,
The Human League,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.