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 Ireland and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Junior Murvin to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Jeff Mills,
Yusef Lateef,
Porter Ricks,
Fugazi,
The Fall,
Livin' Joy,
Roger Hodgson,
Little Man,
Morten Harket,
David Bowie,
Jawbox,
Radiohead,
Aloha Tigers,
Joe Smooth,
ABBA,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dawn Penn,
The Moody Blues,
The Vogues,
Lou Reed,
Crispian St. Peters,
Alison Limerick,
Boz Scaggs,
Saccharine Trust,
The Searchers,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Busters,
Faraquet,
Robert Hood,
Pole,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Skaos,
Todd Terry,
Kas Product,
Eve St. Jones,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lungfish,
Godley & Creme,
Suicide,
Johnny Osbourne,
Severed Heads,
Scott Walker,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lou Christie,
Model 500,
Cal Tjader,
The American Breed,
Reagan Youth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Selecter,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobby Sherman,
Sam Rivers,
Unwound,
Panda Bear,
Intrusion,
The Mummies,
Banda Bassotti,
Erasure,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.