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 Guinea and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Monks to the rap 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
the Soft Cell,
The Moody Blues,
Man Parrish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Loose Ends,
F. McDonald,
Quantec,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Harry Pussy,
Kas Product,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rapeman,
MDC,
Joy Division,
The Golliwogs,
Infiniti,
8 Eyed Spy,
Symarip,
Country Joe & The Fish,
E-Dancer,
David Bowie,
The Trojans,
Peter and Kerry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scratch Acid,
Fugazi,
Average White Band,
Ohio Players,
Stetsasonic,
The Sound,
The Gun Club,
Marmalade,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Adolescents,
Roy Ayers,
Quadrant,
Niagra,
LL Cool J,
Section 25,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
David Axelrod,
Dawn Penn,
Althea and Donna,
Al Stewart,
The Cure,
Metal Thangz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Five Americans,
These Immortal Souls,
Amazonics,
Sam Rivers,
The Monochrome Set,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soft Cell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Birthday Party,
A Certain Ratio,
The Toasters,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.