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 Estonia and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bush Tetras to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Mummies,
June Days,
The New Christs,
Bush Tetras,
The Techniques,
Dual Sessions,
Marmalade,
David Bowie,
Aaron Thompson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lyres,
Junior Murvin,
The Stooges,
China Crisis,
Anakelly,
Chris Corsano,
Ken Boothe,
Buzzcocks,
Fluxion,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Amon Düül II,
Youth Brigade,
Magma,
Wings,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rod Modell,
This Heat,
Harry Pussy,
Tim Buckley,
The Velvet Underground,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Grandmaster Flash,
One Last Wish,
The Beau Brummels,
Electric Prunes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Chrome,
The Martian,
The Trojans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Icehouse,
Man Eating Sloth,
David Axelrod,
The Sound,
the Bar-Kays,
Jeff Mills,
Faraquet,
Ronnie Foster,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kayak,
Neil Young,
Patti Smith,
New Order,
The Blackbyrds,
Monolake,
The Smiths,
Sixth Finger,
Erykah Badu,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.