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 Vietnam and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Dead Boys to the punk 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brass Construction,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cal Tjader,
Quantec,
Swans,
The Fire Engines,
Camouflage,
Livin' Joy,
Television Personalities,
Cameo,
Saccharine Trust,
Gil Scott Heron,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joensuu 1685,
Malaria!,
In Retrospect,
Fear,
Bizarre Inc.,
Drive Like Jehu,
Radio Birdman,
Roxy Music,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dead Boys,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gang of Four,
Nation of Ulysses,
Visage,
Bang On A Can,
Barbara Tucker,
Kurtis Blow,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Liliput,
Chrome,
Lebanon Hanover,
Isaac Hayes,
10cc,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Second Layer,
Fugazi,
Minnie Riperton,
Johnny Osbourne,
Audionom,
Joe Finger,
Jerry's Kids,
Junior Murvin,
F. McDonald,
Deadbeat,
Television,
Qualms,
Terry Callier,
Danielle Patucci,
The Blues Magoos,
Ponytail,
The Dead C,
Youth Brigade,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Count Five,
Drexciya,
OOIOO,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.