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 Netherlands and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Nick Fraelich,
Carl Craig,
Hoover,
Tommy Roe,
F. McDonald,
Dead Boys,
Cal Tjader,
Lightning Bolt,
JFA,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
One Last Wish,
the Sonics,
Kayak,
Little Man,
Gastr Del Sol,
Max Romeo,
The Fuzztones,
cv313,
Clear Light,
Jerry's Kids,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Thompson Twins,
Bauhaus,
The Cowsills,
June Days,
Tom Boy,
The Index,
Rekid,
Cymande,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
China Crisis,
The Blues Magoos,
Terry Callier,
Lou Christie,
This Heat,
Mars,
Jeff Lynne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lalann,
Bobby Byrd,
Michelle Simonal,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pantytec,
Flamin' Groovies,
Boredoms,
The Searchers,
Alphaville,
The Offenders,
the Swans,
Marc Almond,
Susan Cadogan,
Wasted Youth,
The Skatalites,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sällskapet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pere Ubu,
Howard Jones,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.