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 Micronesia and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Deadbeat to the jazz 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Man Eating Sloth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
a-ha,
KRS-One,
Traffic Nightmare,
Newcleus,
Idris Muhammad,
Terrestrial Tones,
Siglo XX,
John Holt,
Schoolly D,
Ultra Naté,
48th St. Collective,
Joe Finger,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Oblivians,
John Lydon,
The Divine Comedy,
Lou Reed,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Throbbing Gristle,
Donald Byrd,
Jacques Brel,
David Bowie,
Brass Construction,
Funkadelic,
Piero Umiliani,
Thompson Twins,
Camouflage,
Judy Mowatt,
Television Personalities,
Tres Demented,
the Slits,
Pierre Henry,
The Associates,
The Pretty Things,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Drexciya,
PIL,
Hoover,
Scratch Acid,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Reuben Wilson,
Public Enemy,
Jerry's Kids,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Litter,
The Detroit Cobras,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Flag,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Trojans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Stetsasonic,
The Monochrome Set,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fortunes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.