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 Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Alphaville,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Don Cherry,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sandy B,
Fat Boys,
Minor Threat,
New Order,
Ultravox,
Visage,
Sonic Youth,
Urselle,
Alton Ellis,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Goldenarms,
Michelle Simonal,
Godley & Creme,
Y Pants,
Fatback Band,
Morten Harket,
Cluster,
Davy DMX,
Kurtis Blow,
Qualms,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Techniques,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
FM Einheit,
Bobby Sherman,
Yusef Lateef,
Severed Heads,
The Index,
The Dave Clark Five,
Toni Rubio,
Rosa Yemen,
Kenny Larkin,
The Selecter,
Deepchord,
Black Sheep,
Warsaw,
Ken Boothe,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Skriet,
Jandek,
Joey Negro,
Saccharine Trust,
The Residents,
Ludus,
The Gun Club,
Hot Snakes,
Harry Pussy,
Grauzone,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Minutemen,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soft Cell,
The Buckinghams,
Frankie Knuckles,
Swell Maps,
Delta 5,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.