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 Serbia and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
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 clarinet 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 Leonard Cohen to the dance 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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
The Victims,
The Walker Brothers,
Goldenarms,
Dual Sessions,
Yazoo,
John Holt,
Scratch Acid,
John Lydon,
Chris Corsano,
The Doors,
Country Teasers,
Quando Quango,
Eve St. Jones,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Red Krayola,
Harmonia,
Terry Callier,
Black Bananas,
Subhumans,
Bob Dylan,
Boz Scaggs,
CMW,
John Cale,
Echospace,
Roxy Music,
Slick Rick,
The Wake,
Idris Muhammad,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pierre Henry,
Reuben Wilson,
The Invisible,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Mojo Men,
The Fall,
Sound Behaviour,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crash Course in Science,
Guru Guru,
Sandy B,
Alton Ellis,
Ronan,
Lungfish,
Urselle,
The United States of America,
The Searchers,
Thompson Twins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eric Dolphy,
Warsaw,
Peter and Kerry,
Ultra Naté,
Saccharine Trust,
Sun City Girls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rites of Spring,
Susan Cadogan,
Agent Orange,
Mantronix,
Procol Harum,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.