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 Rwanda and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb 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 The Velvet Underground to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Unwound,
Suicide,
Chris Corsano,
The Skatalites,
Soft Cell,
Sparks,
Kenny Larkin,
Ponytail,
Spoonie Gee,
Joe Finger,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Harmonia,
Tommy Roe,
Make Up,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Loose Ends,
The American Breed,
Joensuu 1685,
Iggy Pop,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Beau Brummels,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Germs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Johnny Clarke,
The Offenders,
The Gories,
The Associates,
Hot Snakes,
U.S. Maple,
Stiv Bators,
Roxette,
The Fall,
Soulsonic Force,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gang Starr,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Quantec,
Marvin Gaye,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobby Womack,
The Cowsills,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Shuggie Otis,
Qualms,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Idris Muhammad,
Con Funk Shun,
The Saints,
Monolake,
Minutemen,
Lyres,
The Doors,
Jacques Brel,
EPMD,
Dual Sessions,
Guru Guru,
Morten Harket,
Siglo XX,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.