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 Tanzania and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin 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 The Monochrome Set 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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
The Young Rascals,
Flipper,
Television Personalities,
Alphaville,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wally Richardson,
The Offenders,
Camouflage,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gong,
Public Enemy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Angry Samoans,
Skaos,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Sonics,
Barclay James Harvest,
MDC,
Hardrive,
The Human League,
Vainqueur,
Nas,
Outsiders,
Bobby Byrd,
a-ha,
John Coltrane,
the Normal,
Bronski Beat,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Suburban Knight,
Bob Dylan,
Davy DMX,
Rapeman,
Patti Smith,
Max Romeo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soulsonic Force,
The Birthday Party,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roxette,
The Velvet Underground,
LL Cool J,
Yusef Lateef,
New Age Steppers,
The Blues Magoos,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tom Boy,
The Dead C,
Sonic Youth,
ABBA,
Heaven 17,
Unrelated Segments,
Bad Manners,
Crooked Eye,
Bill Wells,
Minor Threat,
Lou Christie,
Supertramp,
The Star Department,
Amon Düül II,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.