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 Barbados and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Urselle to the jazz 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Second Layer,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Camouflage,
Toni Rubio,
Lee Hazlewood,
Agitation Free,
Lou Reed,
Aloha Tigers,
Symarip,
Chris & Cosey,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rapeman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Banda Bassotti,
Jimmy McGriff,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Germs,
Zapp,
The Move,
Organ,
T. Rex,
Don Cherry,
Rites of Spring,
La Düsseldorf,
Bad Manners,
Fatback Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Coltrane,
Cymande,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ossler,
The Cramps,
Kool Moe Dee,
Malaria!,
The Dirtbombs,
Motorama,
Bobby Sherman,
Public Image Ltd.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Gories,
X-Ray Spex,
Derrick May,
Nirvana,
Television,
Dead Boys,
UT,
Das Ding,
Zero Boys,
Roxette,
Groovy Waters,
The Blackbyrds,
The Music Machine,
John Holt,
Ten City,
The Seeds,
Lucky Dragons,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.