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 Montenegro and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Joey Negro to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Joy Division,
June Days,
Roxette,
Wolf Eyes,
Roger Hodgson,
Panda Bear,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Seeds,
Freddie Wadling,
Das Ding,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gang Green,
Oneida,
Public Enemy,
The Mojo Men,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Henry Cow,
the Sonics,
The Real Kids,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Quando Quango,
Jacob Miller,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
cv313,
The Dave Clark Five,
Organ,
the Association,
The Monks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Cale,
Japan,
The Tremeloes,
R.M.O.,
Jeff Mills,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Delta 5,
Depeche Mode,
The Gun Club,
X-Ray Spex,
Guru Guru,
Warsaw,
Model 500,
The Birthday Party,
Kerrie Biddell,
Aaron Thompson,
Motorama,
Popol Vuh,
The Beau Brummels,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kaleidoscope,
Radiopuhelimet,
Deepchord,
The Shadows of Knight,
Malaria!,
Wasted Youth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Velvet Underground,
Skarface,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.