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 Chad and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Smog to the dance 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
MDC,
Sonic Youth,
Shoche,
Black Pus,
The Golliwogs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Masters at Work,
Arcadia,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sight & Sound,
Yaz,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Silicon Teens,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jawbox,
The Flesh Eaters,
L. Decosne,
Davy DMX,
Qualms,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
David Axelrod,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gil Scott Heron,
Robert Wyatt,
Gichy Dan,
Crime,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fugs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mo-Dettes,
The New Christs,
Magazine,
Morten Harket,
The Busters,
Byron Stingily,
The Move,
Slave,
The Monks,
Los Fastidios,
Lebanon Hanover,
Aural Exciters,
The Modern Lovers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Monolake,
Shuggie Otis,
Japan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Invisible,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dennis Brown,
Max Romeo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Panda Bear,
Lower 48,
Unwound,
Scratch Acid,
Grandmaster Flash,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.