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 Denmark and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ice-T to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
The Neon Judgement,
Lightning Bolt,
Carl Craig,
Fat Boys,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Thompson Twins,
Moebius,
Brand Nubian,
Talk Talk,
Soft Cell,
Crooked Eye,
Livin' Joy,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fuzztones,
Chris Corsano,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joey Negro,
Q and Not U,
H. Thieme,
Erykah Badu,
the Bar-Kays,
Chrome,
Public Enemy,
Johnny Clarke,
Davy DMX,
Schoolly D,
ABC,
Loose Ends,
Sexual Harrassment,
Warren Ellis,
Nick Fraelich,
Eddi Front,
Duran Duran,
the Slits,
Urselle,
One Last Wish,
Eric Copeland,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Music Machine,
John Holt,
Derrick Morgan,
U.S. Maple,
Skriet,
Supertramp,
Kaleidoscope,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soul II Soul,
MDC,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ornette Coleman,
Bang On A Can,
Subhumans,
Bill Wells,
Sun City Girls,
David McCallum,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bill Near,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.