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 Netherlands and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Flamin' Groovies,
Von Mondo,
Harmonia,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kas Product,
The Residents,
Malaria!,
The Victims,
Suicide,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crooked Eye,
Wings,
Essential Logic,
Graham Central Station,
Gil Scott Heron,
Harry Pussy,
Connie Case,
Crispy Ambulance,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Alphaville,
Joe Finger,
Banda Bassotti,
Archie Shepp,
The Mojo Men,
Leonard Cohen,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lou Christie,
Derrick Morgan,
Ice-T,
The Zeros,
The Flesh Eaters,
Byron Stingily,
Cybotron,
Lalann,
Model 500,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Severed Heads,
Unrelated Segments,
Kerri Chandler,
The Knickerbockers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nick Fraelich,
Mantronix,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pole,
The Birthday Party,
The Divine Comedy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Outsiders,
Bluetip,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Slackers,
K-Klass,
Marvin Gaye,
Sparks,
Excepter,
Stereo Dub,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.