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 Costa Rica and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar 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 48th St. Collective to the rap 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Blancmange,
Qualms,
Reuben Wilson,
Grauzone,
The Golliwogs,
Bootsy Collins,
Eric B and Rakim,
Radio Birdman,
Juan Atkins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Red Krayola,
PIL,
Johnny Clarke,
Audionom,
Glenn Branca,
Moss Icon,
The Martian,
Marmalade,
Tears for Fears,
Man Parrish,
The Birthday Party,
cv313,
Fatback Band,
ABC,
Skarface,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rakim,
Sight & Sound,
The Mojo Men,
Whodini,
Kenny Larkin,
Second Layer,
Maurizio,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bauhaus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Walker Brothers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hot Snakes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eddi Front,
Rod Modell,
Alphaville,
Eurythmics,
Duran Duran,
Dark Day,
Michelle Simonal,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Banda Bassotti,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lungfish,
Section 25,
The New Christs,
Icehouse,
Bush Tetras,
Jawbox,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.