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 Tuvalu and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
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 guitar 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fuzztones,
The Moody Blues,
June Days,
Ronan,
Pantytec,
A Certain Ratio,
LL Cool J,
Sight & Sound,
Blancmange,
Gichy Dan,
Procol Harum,
Absolute Body Control,
Gil Scott Heron,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Animal Collective,
The Tremeloes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Isaac Hayes,
The Star Department,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eric Dolphy,
Stereo Dub,
Japan,
Public Image Ltd.,
DJ Sneak,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Last Poets,
Los Fastidios,
Avey Tare,
Swell Maps,
a-ha,
Zapp,
8 Eyed Spy,
Flipper,
Pantaleimon,
Visage,
Arcadia,
Erasure,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Red Krayola,
The Mummies,
Throbbing Gristle,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Subhumans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Golliwogs,
H. Thieme,
Peter and Kerry,
Depeche Mode,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dorothy Ashby,
Junior Murvin,
The J.B.'s,
Mo-Dettes,
The Remains,
the Germs,
The Offenders,
The Slackers,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.