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 Liechtenstein and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Lucky Dragons,
Kevin Saunderson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sam Rivers,
Gichy Dan,
The Happenings,
Lungfish,
The Gun Club,
The Zeros,
Peter & Gordon,
Urselle,
Ronan,
Monks,
Surgeon,
Main Source,
Clear Light,
Thee Headcoats,
The Neon Judgement,
Barrington Levy,
Rekid,
The Litter,
Lebanon Hanover,
Audionom,
These Immortal Souls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eric Dolphy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
R.M.O.,
The Beau Brummels,
Minny Pops,
Ice-T,
The Residents,
Radiopuhelimet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fugazi,
Pantytec,
Marc Almond,
Duran Duran,
Section 25,
Cecil Taylor,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mission of Burma,
Deakin,
The Divine Comedy,
Mars,
Cluster,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Index,
Bad Manners,
Tres Demented,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Average White Band,
Crime,
James White and The Blacks,
Frankie Knuckles,
DNA,
Nico,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ponytail,
Boogie Down Productions,
Depeche Mode,
Iggy Pop,
Fela Kuti,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.