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 the UAE and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pylon to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Donny Hathaway,
Dead Boys,
The Cure,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Leaves,
Sun Ra,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eric Dolphy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The American Breed,
Jesper Dahlback,
Popol Vuh,
Con Funk Shun,
Can,
The Velvet Underground,
Gabor Szabo,
Mr. Review,
JFA,
Oblivians,
Lou Christie,
The Martian,
Ituana,
Bobby Byrd,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Aural Exciters,
Black Bananas,
Delta 5,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marine Girls,
a-ha,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dawn Penn,
Moby Grape,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Vogues,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Urselle,
Au Pairs,
Shuggie Otis,
Don Cherry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Graham Central Station,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Severed Heads,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The United States of America,
Rapeman,
Mission of Burma,
Wally Richardson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soulsonic Force,
Pantytec,
Joensuu 1685,
Iggy Pop,
Sun City Girls,
La Düsseldorf,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.