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 Ireland and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the punk 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Neil Young,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Robert Hood,
Skarface,
Deakin,
James White and The Blacks,
Matthew Halsall,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Graham Central Station,
Hashim,
Peter and Kerry,
Cameo,
Jawbox,
The Modern Lovers,
Altered Images,
The Raincoats,
Patti Smith,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ornette Coleman,
Livin' Joy,
Supertramp,
The Pretty Things,
Half Japanese,
Oblivians,
Carl Craig,
Icehouse,
Tubeway Army,
ABBA,
the Association,
Make Up,
The Walker Brothers,
The Trojans,
Maleditus Sound,
The Cowsills,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Kinks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Moody Blues,
Ossler,
Zapp,
Amon Düül II,
Ultravox,
Rufus Thomas,
Flamin' Groovies,
FM Einheit,
The Moleskins,
Lower 48,
Minor Threat,
Brick,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Sonics,
Peter & Gordon,
The Angels of Light,
E-Dancer,
The Red Krayola,
Buzzcocks,
Aaron Thompson,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.