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 Mauritius and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Donny Hathaway to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Monolake,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Magma,
The Standells,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Make Up,
Suicide,
Popol Vuh,
Radiohead,
Wasted Youth,
KRS-One,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Motions,
Grey Daturas,
Cal Tjader,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Camouflage,
Con Funk Shun,
Agitation Free,
China Crisis,
Mandrill,
The Walker Brothers,
Reuben Wilson,
the Bar-Kays,
Heaven 17,
DNA,
John Foxx,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Yazoo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lalann,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Sheep,
Underground Resistance,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Names,
Crooked Eye,
Bill Near,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Loose Ends,
Nils Olav,
The J.B.'s,
Bobby Womack,
Infiniti,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Danielle Patucci,
Bluetip,
John Cale,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roxy Music,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ossler,
David Axelrod,
cv313,
E-Dancer,
Fugazi,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.