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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sisters of Mercy to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Spandau Ballet,
Model 500,
Tears for Fears,
Rosa Yemen,
The Misunderstood,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kool Moe Dee,
China Crisis,
Can,
The Velvet Underground,
Basic Channel,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
EPMD,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lou Reed,
The Standells,
Sun Ra,
Brick,
Eurythmics,
Judy Mowatt,
June of 44,
La Düsseldorf,
Lalann,
Moss Icon,
Pantaleimon,
Bobby Sherman,
The Last Poets,
Unrelated Segments,
Pharoah Sanders,
Junior Murvin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ornette Coleman,
Crash Course in Science,
Jeff Mills,
Stiv Bators,
Deadbeat,
Joe Finger,
Crooked Eye,
New Order,
Wings,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crime,
the Germs,
Public Enemy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fad Gadget,
Cameo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Boz Scaggs,
FM Einheit,
Animal Collective,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sam Rivers,
Gang of Four,
The Evens,
Rekid,
Stockholm Monsters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Andrew Hill,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.