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 Sudan and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 David Bowie 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 Kenny Larkin to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Joe Smooth,
The Divine Comedy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mr. Review,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Carl Craig,
The Monks,
Ludus,
Jeff Mills,
Patti Smith,
Brick,
Roger Hodgson,
Minor Threat,
Nation of Ulysses,
Silicon Teens,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Electric Prunes,
the Normal,
The Misunderstood,
T. Rex,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wings,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fatback Band,
Intrusion,
Liliput,
Metal Thangz,
The Tremeloes,
Clear Light,
The Happenings,
Sparks,
Tropical Tobacco,
R.M.O.,
The Slits,
Ponytail,
Rites of Spring,
Sarah Menescal,
Bootsy Collins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rufus Thomas,
Yusef Lateef,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nils Olav,
Dave Gahan,
Porter Ricks,
Black Flag,
Stiv Bators,
Kerri Chandler,
Country Joe & The Fish,
H. Thieme,
Isaac Hayes,
Q65,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fire Engines,
Derrick May,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.