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 Venezuela and from London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
World's Most,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jacques Brel,
Model 500,
The Happenings,
Flamin' Groovies,
Royal Trux,
Television,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Qualms,
Country Teasers,
The Index,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Severed Heads,
Au Pairs,
Masters at Work,
The Saints,
Sparks,
Skriet,
Stereo Dub,
Fatback Band,
Zapp,
Rekid,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Yazoo,
Ornette Coleman,
Kerri Chandler,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fad Gadget,
The American Breed,
Excepter,
Terrestrial Tones,
Con Funk Shun,
Alison Limerick,
The Real Kids,
Bluetip,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eve St. Jones,
Susan Cadogan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wolf Eyes,
Piero Umiliani,
H. Thieme,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jerry's Kids,
Darondo,
Wire,
Agitation Free,
Saccharine Trust,
Morten Harket,
Cheater Slicks,
Mantronix,
Suburban Knight,
Brick,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ponytail,
Cybotron,
Public Image Ltd.,
Inner City,
The Slackers,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.