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 Uzbekistan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron 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 DNA to the techno 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eve St. Jones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Unrelated Segments,
a-ha,
The Blues Magoos,
Barrington Levy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Model 500,
Maurizio,
Niagra,
Second Layer,
The Raincoats,
Arthur Verocai,
Flash Fearless,
Ornette Coleman,
Fad Gadget,
The Monochrome Set,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
DJ Style,
Delon & Dalcan,
A Certain Ratio,
Dennis Brown,
The Dirtbombs,
Kayak,
Schoolly D,
PIL,
Alphaville,
The Young Rascals,
Sex Pistols,
Slave,
Terry Callier,
Joensuu 1685,
Grey Daturas,
the Germs,
Josef K,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Saints,
The United States of America,
The Invisible,
The Fire Engines,
Lyres,
Gichy Dan,
Gang Green,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Radio Birdman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Circle Jerks,
Skriet,
Blancmange,
48th St. Collective,
Suicide,
The Skatalites,
The Red Krayola,
Make Up,
The Divine Comedy,
The Star Department,
Au Pairs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Moebius,
Thompson Twins,
Accadde A,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.