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 Nepal and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin 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 Hardrive to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
The Beau Brummels,
Thompson Twins,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Saints,
David Axelrod,
The Last Poets,
Matthew Halsall,
Zero Boys,
The Alarm Clocks,
Monolake,
The J.B.'s,
Shoche,
David Bowie,
The Music Machine,
Organ,
Crash Course in Science,
Skarface,
CMW,
Archie Shepp,
Connie Case,
8 Eyed Spy,
Barclay James Harvest,
OOIOO,
Lee Hazlewood,
Alison Limerick,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Smoke,
Robert Wyatt,
The Cramps,
Franke,
Flamin' Groovies,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Yellowson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Josef K,
Janne Schatter,
Porter Ricks,
Albert Ayler,
Brand Nubian,
Unwound,
Arthur Verocai,
Fad Gadget,
DJ Style,
Bush Tetras,
Nas,
DJ Sneak,
One Last Wish,
Yazoo,
The Gladiators,
Todd Terry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ice-T,
Gichy Dan,
The Fall,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Agent Orange,
X-Ray Spex,
Q and Not U,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.