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 Sweden and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Reagan Youth 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Al Stewart,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Arab on Radar,
Aural Exciters,
World's Most,
Sonic Youth,
Black Sheep,
Aswad,
Deepchord,
Johnny Clarke,
The Dead C,
John Lydon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ultimate Spinach,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tomorrow,
The Birthday Party,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gang of Four,
Davy DMX,
Model 500,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Siglo XX,
The Grass Roots,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kayak,
Stockholm Monsters,
Popol Vuh,
The Doobie Brothers,
Chrome,
Fugazi,
Roxette,
Terrestrial Tones,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Barracudas,
Second Layer,
Eve St. Jones,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Star Department,
Flipper,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bluetip,
Yellowson,
Animal Collective,
The Fuzztones,
The Mummies,
The Mojo Men,
Inner City,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Trumans Water,
the Swans,
Suicide,
The Tremeloes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rites of Spring,
Tom Boy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Banda Bassotti,
Boz Scaggs,
Funkadelic,
Surgeon,
Smog,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.