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 Belgium and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Y Pants to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum 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 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Leonard Cohen,
Stetsasonic,
Amazonics,
Sex Pistols,
Pulsallama,
the Normal,
Monolake,
Tommy Roe,
Piero Umiliani,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Velvet Underground,
Y Pants,
DNA,
Bluetip,
Jeff Lynne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pylon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Main Source,
Tom Boy,
The Selecter,
Crime,
The Slackers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Unrelated Segments,
Franke,
Gichy Dan,
Alison Limerick,
Supertramp,
Erykah Badu,
Saccharine Trust,
K-Klass,
Morten Harket,
Soft Machine,
Crash Course in Science,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sight & Sound,
Dead Boys,
LL Cool J,
Outsiders,
Intrusion,
10cc,
Television,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Alarm Clocks,
June of 44,
Gabor Szabo,
Average White Band,
Los Fastidios,
The Residents,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pantytec,
Scan 7,
Aaron Thompson,
Soulsonic Force,
Bootsy Collins,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.