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 Bahrain and from Salvador.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Heaven 17 to the rap 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Derrick Morgan,
New Age Steppers,
Fad Gadget,
Simply Red,
Minor Threat,
Josef K,
Warsaw,
Soft Cell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bob Dylan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Andrew Hill,
Amon Düül,
FM Einheit,
Television Personalities,
Dennis Brown,
KRS-One,
Dave Gahan,
Maurizio,
Alison Limerick,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Pretty Things,
Excepter,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Cale,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Birthday Party,
Moss Icon,
The Gladiators,
E-Dancer,
Flipper,
Fat Boys,
Von Mondo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sexual Harrassment,
Yaz,
The Fuzztones,
Danielle Patucci,
The Real Kids,
Magazine,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jandek,
The Names,
Harry Pussy,
Magma,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cure,
Deakin,
This Heat,
Jawbox,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lucky Dragons,
World's Most,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Divine Comedy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Symarip,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.