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 Laos and from Lyon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet 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 Marvin Gaye to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Monks,
The Walker Brothers,
Dave Gahan,
E-Dancer,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joyce Sims,
The Evens,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tommy Roe,
Alice Coltrane,
The Birthday Party,
Leonard Cohen,
Joe Smooth,
Scion,
Reagan Youth,
Blake Baxter,
Scott Walker,
A Certain Ratio,
Robert Hood,
Young Marble Giants,
kango's stein massive,
Black Flag,
Black Moon,
X-Ray Spex,
Quantec,
The Searchers,
Minnie Riperton,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sällskapet,
Maurizio,
Bad Manners,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Slackers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Mojo Men,
Clear Light,
Agent Orange,
Warren Ellis,
Camouflage,
Gabor Szabo,
The Gap Band,
Camberwell Now,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soul II Soul,
The Zeros,
Fear,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mo-Dettes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bang On A Can,
Marc Almond,
Hardrive,
ABC,
Ice-T,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
MDC,
Angry Samoans,
Scratch Acid,
The Leaves,
Lalo Schifrin,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.