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 Greece and from Milan.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Pop Group to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ponytail,
Kurtis Blow,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Searchers,
Subhumans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Simply Red,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Girls At Our Best!,
Funky Four + One,
Terrestrial Tones,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Pus,
Mad Mike,
The Music Machine,
Audionom,
Scott Walker,
Mo-Dettes,
Vainqueur,
Television Personalities,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Symarip,
Cymande,
the Normal,
The Saints,
Gil Scott Heron,
Banda Bassotti,
Piero Umiliani,
Boz Scaggs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Neil Young,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ornette Coleman,
John Cale,
John Holt,
Massinfluence,
Harmonia,
Surgeon,
B.T. Express,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kas Product,
Brick,
China Crisis,
Parry Music,
F. McDonald,
Archie Shepp,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lucky Dragons,
The Young Rascals,
Alison Limerick,
Amon Düül,
ABC,
Davy DMX,
the Human League,
Robert Wyatt,
Angry Samoans,
The Beau Brummels,
Gichy Dan,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.