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 Laos and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Portland.
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 mellotron 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 Quadrant to the jazz 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Nirvana,
Joensuu 1685,
Mr. Review,
Skaos,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lower 48,
The Zeros,
Graham Central Station,
Joyce Sims,
Saccharine Trust,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Pretty Things,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wasted Youth,
Eric Copeland,
Blancmange,
Colin Newman,
Aswad,
The Dirtbombs,
Fat Boys,
The Martian,
Radio Birdman,
Gang Green,
8 Eyed Spy,
Flash Fearless,
The Smiths,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Von Mondo,
Subhumans,
Eddi Front,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tim Buckley,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pantytec,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crash Course in Science,
Camouflage,
Severed Heads,
Brass Construction,
Stiv Bators,
The Modern Lovers,
Wings,
Hoover,
Soul Sonic Force,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lightning Bolt,
Zero Boys,
Minny Pops,
Parry Music,
Dead Boys,
R.M.O.,
Al Stewart,
Robert Hood,
Rufus Thomas,
Joe Smooth,
Intrusion,
Cal Tjader,
Slick Rick,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gregory Isaacs,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.