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 Brazil and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar 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 Reuben Wilson to the punk 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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Audionom,
Kayak,
The Mojo Men,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Connie Case,
Procol Harum,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Bar-Kays,
Lower 48,
The J.B.'s,
The Associates,
The Searchers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Blancmange,
The Gories,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Funky Four + One,
Khruangbin,
Tommy Roe,
Man Parrish,
Eddi Front,
The Remains,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Kinks,
Negative Approach,
Joe Smooth,
Amon Düül,
Yaz,
Niagra,
Bobby Byrd,
Goldenarms,
PIL,
Barclay James Harvest,
The New Christs,
the Soft Cell,
Ossler,
Roxette,
The Smoke,
Deepchord,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eden Ahbez,
Ken Boothe,
Black Flag,
AZ,
Fluxion,
Black Sheep,
kango's stein massive,
A Certain Ratio,
the Swans,
Drexciya,
Liliput,
Scrapy,
Guru Guru,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Traffic Nightmare,
T.S.O.L.,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sun Ra,
Minutemen,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.