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 Cape Verde and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Slits to the jazz 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Kayak,
Lalann,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Index,
The Victims,
Lightning Bolt,
Scrapy,
Make Up,
Dave Gahan,
Sun City Girls,
The Fugs,
H. Thieme,
Marmalade,
Altered Images,
Carl Craig,
Outsiders,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Whodini,
Nas,
China Crisis,
Byron Stingily,
Kas Product,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cecil Taylor,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dead Boys,
10cc,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Smiths,
Gang Starr,
Rapeman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Patti Smith,
The Count Five,
Stiv Bators,
Barrington Levy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
DJ Sneak,
Technova,
Vladislav Delay,
Loose Ends,
Scion,
Morten Harket,
Susan Cadogan,
Das Ding,
Jandek,
Sällskapet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Big Daddy Kane,
Skaos,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Residents,
The American Breed,
Porter Ricks,
Amon Düül,
Mission of Burma,
Fela Kuti,
Anakelly,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.