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 Laos 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ 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 The Trojans to the disco 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Yaz,
Crooked Eye,
The Leaves,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marc Almond,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jerry's Kids,
Al Stewart,
Godley & Creme,
the Human League,
Jacques Brel,
Trumans Water,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sun Ra,
Sun City Girls,
Roxette,
The Misunderstood,
Dennis Brown,
The Sound,
Quantec,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Anthony Braxton,
Judy Mowatt,
Loose Ends,
Juan Atkins,
The Mummies,
Marvin Gaye,
Gabor Szabo,
Japan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wasted Youth,
Thee Headcoats,
Crash Course in Science,
Mandrill,
Arthur Verocai,
Section 25,
kango's stein massive,
Boz Scaggs,
Eden Ahbez,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hot Snakes,
Depeche Mode,
the Slits,
Zero Boys,
DNA,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Second Layer,
JFA,
Cluster,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Move,
Marcia Griffiths,
H. Thieme,
Icehouse,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joe Finger,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kenny Larkin,
Wally Richardson,
Circle Jerks,
K-Klass,
Steve Hackett,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.