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 Finland and from Seoul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 mellotron 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the jazz 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Sixth Finger,
The New Christs,
John Cale,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jawbox,
kango's stein massive,
F. McDonald,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pere Ubu,
Lalann,
June of 44,
Robert Wyatt,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Unwound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ultravox,
Blake Baxter,
MDC,
Morten Harket,
Big Daddy Kane,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Harry Pussy,
Marmalade,
Black Sheep,
Stetsasonic,
This Heat,
The Red Krayola,
Scan 7,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Reed,
Reuben Wilson,
The Misunderstood,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dual Sessions,
K-Klass,
Main Source,
The Flesh Eaters,
X-101,
Ice-T,
Jacob Miller,
Public Enemy,
Soulsonic Force,
Lightning Bolt,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Human League,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marvin Gaye,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bush Tetras,
Aaron Thompson,
JFA,
Das Ding,
The Cure,
Monks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lucky Dragons,
Eric Copeland,
Grauzone,
The Black Dice,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.