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 Madagascar and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Ponytail to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kenny Larkin,
Pere Ubu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
H. Thieme,
Reuben Wilson,
Tubeway Army,
Au Pairs,
Joe Finger,
Motorama,
Crash Course in Science,
Al Stewart,
The Gun Club,
Kaleidoscope,
The Saints,
Jawbox,
The Moody Blues,
Alphaville,
Boogie Down Productions,
Robert Görl,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Technova,
The Zeros,
Pussy Galore,
Lebanon Hanover,
Make Up,
The Standells,
Rufus Thomas,
Skriet,
Nirvana,
The Blues Magoos,
Radiohead,
The Victims,
David McCallum,
The Selecter,
the Normal,
Scrapy,
The Dirtbombs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Residents,
Sällskapet,
The Angels of Light,
UT,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Suicide,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Red Krayola,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Martian,
kango's stein massive,
Blake Baxter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Isaac Hayes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Boz Scaggs,
Pantaleimon,
Little Man,
Sun Ra,
DJ Sneak,
Tears for Fears,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.