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 Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 The Residents to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Sparks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Boogie Down Productions,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Association,
Carl Craig,
OOIOO,
Lou Reed,
Essential Logic,
48th St. Collective,
Infiniti,
Robert Görl,
Lightning Bolt,
Hasil Adkins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Stiv Bators,
Cluster,
Mad Mike,
Erasure,
Loose Ends,
Colin Newman,
Amon Düül,
Aloha Tigers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fat Boys,
Scientists,
The Five Americans,
Radiohead,
Agitation Free,
The Tremeloes,
Qualms,
Average White Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Bang On A Can,
Kerri Chandler,
Jacob Miller,
Bill Wells,
Fugazi,
Laurel Aitken,
Vladislav Delay,
Kaleidoscope,
LL Cool J,
The Moody Blues,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Funkadelic,
Motorama,
Peter and Kerry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jeff Mills,
Janne Schatter,
Aswad,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Alice Coltrane,
DNA,
Smog,
Cameo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Offenders,
Chris & Cosey,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.