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 Gambia 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 Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Scion 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 electroclash 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 a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lakeside,
David Axelrod,
Lou Reed,
The Litter,
Faust,
Boz Scaggs,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fire Engines,
Lucky Dragons,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Isaac Hayes,
Cecil Taylor,
The Knickerbockers,
Silicon Teens,
The Monks,
ABBA,
Blancmange,
Pagans,
The Barracudas,
The Doors,
The Music Machine,
Slick Rick,
DJ Style,
Peter & Gordon,
Bootsy Collins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dave Gahan,
New York Dolls,
Bluetip,
Eric Copeland,
Monks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Offenders,
Fatback Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Organ,
Goldenarms,
Rhythm & Sound,
Don Cherry,
Suburban Knight,
Moby Grape,
Ultravox,
John Holt,
The Trojans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Brand Nubian,
Pet Shop Boys,
Donald Byrd,
Hardrive,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scratch Acid,
The Sonics,
Pere Ubu,
Underground Resistance,
Laurel Aitken,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Massinfluence,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.