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 Netherlands and from Woodstock.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Duran Duran to the grime 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Blossom Toes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Swell Maps,
Pantaleimon,
The Golliwogs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
One Last Wish,
Matthew Bourne,
Roy Ayers,
The Mojo Men,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rapeman,
Camouflage,
New York Dolls,
Barry Ungar,
Neu!,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Deakin,
Brothers Johnson,
Metal Thangz,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joensuu 1685,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pantytec,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Be Bop Deluxe,
UT,
Faraquet,
John Foxx,
Animal Collective,
Oblivians,
Con Funk Shun,
The Human League,
Sister Nancy,
Faust,
Dave Gahan,
The Dead C,
Drexciya,
Wasted Youth,
Scan 7,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Litter,
Mary Jane Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
Blancmange,
Barrington Levy,
Motorama,
PIL,
Tomorrow,
Dead Boys,
Banda Bassotti,
Magazine,
Malaria!,
Chris & Cosey,
Ossler,
Anakelly,
Reagan Youth,
Cameo,
Soulsonic Force,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.