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 Ecuador and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Metal Thangz to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Throbbing Gristle,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ponytail,
the Slits,
Erasure,
Bobby Sherman,
Pet Shop Boys,
Avey Tare,
Moss Icon,
Trumans Water,
The Motions,
Sam Rivers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Zeros,
the Normal,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soft Cell,
The Martian,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jandek,
Babytalk,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fuzztones,
Jacques Brel,
Slick Rick,
The Moody Blues,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bronski Beat,
EPMD,
FM Einheit,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Saints,
Rosa Yemen,
Hoover,
MC5,
Black Pus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crispy Ambulance,
Prince Buster,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Urselle,
Rufus Thomas,
Quando Quango,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Gap Band,
Fear,
Matthew Halsall,
Nils Olav,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Sonics,
Tres Demented,
Eddi Front,
The Move,
Lower 48,
Subhumans,
Connie Case,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.