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 Ethiopia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the rap 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Soul Sonic Force,
Moss Icon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wings,
Von Mondo,
Make Up,
The Invisible,
Susan Cadogan,
June of 44,
Crash Course in Science,
The Victims,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Main Source,
Rufus Thomas,
Sixth Finger,
Joensuu 1685,
The Residents,
Nick Fraelich,
Amon Düül II,
Nico,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Gun Club,
Public Enemy,
The Electric Prunes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jeru the Damaja,
Terry Callier,
Kayak,
Mantronix,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Basic Channel,
Agitation Free,
Dawn Penn,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Saccharine Trust,
Subhumans,
Gastr Del Sol,
This Heat,
Fluxion,
Radiohead,
OOIOO,
DJ Sneak,
Tubeway Army,
David McCallum,
Surgeon,
James White and The Blacks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Morten Harket,
Yellowson,
Electric Prunes,
Franke,
Steve Hackett,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tom Boy,
Bob Dylan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Detroit Cobras,
FM Einheit,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.