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 Japan and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rakim to the techno 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Television Personalities,
Bobby Womack,
June of 44,
Alice Coltrane,
Cybotron,
Duran Duran,
Minutemen,
Eric Dolphy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Y Pants,
Inner City,
B.T. Express,
Boz Scaggs,
Hoover,
Black Sheep,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Graham Central Station,
Jeff Lynne,
Marcia Griffiths,
T.S.O.L.,
Pere Ubu,
K-Klass,
Heaven 17,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Radiopuhelimet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dave Gahan,
Minor Threat,
Harmonia,
Kaleidoscope,
Arcadia,
Maleditus Sound,
DJ Style,
The Names,
Charles Mingus,
The Moleskins,
Flipper,
Absolute Body Control,
Crime,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sonic Youth,
The Trojans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tropical Tobacco,
Moebius,
Kas Product,
The Barracudas,
Erasure,
In Retrospect,
Sandy B,
Faraquet,
Brick,
Mark Hollis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Qualms,
Chris & Cosey,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Monks,
Metal Thangz,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.