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 Qatar and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum 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 Soft Cell to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ossler,
Talk Talk,
Alice Coltrane,
Mary Jane Girls,
X-102,
Average White Band,
Duran Duran,
The New Christs,
Circle Jerks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dawn Penn,
Bauhaus,
Sam Rivers,
Sällskapet,
Ituana,
The Mojo Men,
Pantytec,
Intrusion,
Smog,
Iggy Pop,
Saccharine Trust,
Main Source,
Model 500,
Urselle,
X-Ray Spex,
Livin' Joy,
cv313,
Tim Buckley,
Cal Tjader,
The Doors,
The Misunderstood,
Brass Construction,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fugazi,
Davy DMX,
Glenn Branca,
Faraquet,
Jeff Lynne,
Organ,
Sugar Minott,
The Names,
Danielle Patucci,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Techniques,
DNA,
Tres Demented,
Barry Ungar,
Lakeside,
The Fugs,
Bang On A Can,
Rhythm & Sound,
Absolute Body Control,
Rotary Connection,
John Cale,
Alphaville,
The Fall,
LL Cool J,
The Gories,
Kool Moe Dee,
Stockholm Monsters,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.