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 Vanuatu 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Man Parrish to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Derrick Morgan,
Unwound,
Moby Grape,
Con Funk Shun,
AZ,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Skaos,
Ossler,
Susan Cadogan,
Sonic Youth,
Barrington Levy,
Swell Maps,
Oblivians,
Aloha Tigers,
Depeche Mode,
Neil Young,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soft Cell,
Rites of Spring,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Star Department,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nils Olav,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eve St. Jones,
Clear Light,
The Cowsills,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gregory Isaacs,
D'Angelo,
Morten Harket,
Lalo Schifrin,
Delon & Dalcan,
Derrick May,
Jesper Dahlback,
PIL,
The Gladiators,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bauhaus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tears for Fears,
Quantec,
The Saints,
Bush Tetras,
Agitation Free,
Nico,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lungfish,
Urselle,
Electric Prunes,
the Soft Cell,
Parry Music,
Visage,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.