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 Nauru and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Mars to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Underground Resistance,
The Fugs,
Nirvana,
Sällskapet,
Scion,
Bobby Womack,
Mark Hollis,
Malaria!,
Roger Hodgson,
ABBA,
Delta 5,
Anthony Braxton,
The Blackbyrds,
Spoonie Gee,
Yaz,
Rod Modell,
Donny Hathaway,
Aural Exciters,
X-102,
Black Sheep,
Prince Buster,
Black Pus,
Hasil Adkins,
Marmalade,
D'Angelo,
Mantronix,
Infiniti,
The Five Americans,
Groovy Waters,
Neu!,
Morten Harket,
The Move,
Fat Boys,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cheater Slicks,
The Human League,
Kaleidoscope,
The J.B.'s,
Rufus Thomas,
Idris Muhammad,
a-ha,
Vladislav Delay,
Average White Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pere Ubu,
Sex Pistols,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Skaos,
Television Personalities,
Cluster,
Funkadelic,
Dual Sessions,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Colin Newman,
The Gun Club,
The Gories,
Derrick May,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.