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 Nicaragua and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Outsiders to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
X-101,
Tears for Fears,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Gun Club,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Khruangbin,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Clear Light,
John Lydon,
China Crisis,
Procol Harum,
Inner City,
Essential Logic,
Jandek,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Hardrive,
Crooked Eye,
Japan,
The Fuzztones,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roxy Music,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sun City Girls,
The Misunderstood,
Roger Hodgson,
Erasure,
Byron Stingily,
Chris Corsano,
Patti Smith,
Jimmy McGriff,
Quantec,
The Cure,
the Swans,
Niagra,
Rhythm & Sound,
Don Cherry,
Silicon Teens,
Brass Construction,
Barrington Levy,
Theoretical Girls,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Pus,
Wally Richardson,
Fela Kuti,
Icehouse,
H. Thieme,
Lalann,
Matthew Bourne,
Kayak,
Funky Four + One,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Invisible,
The Dave Clark Five,
Maurizio,
The Smiths,
Sound Behaviour,
The Names,
The American Breed,
Quando Quango,
Lou Christie,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.