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 Norway and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Agent Orange to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
The Real Kids,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Maurizio,
10cc,
FM Einheit,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Standells,
Symarip,
Graham Central Station,
Scrapy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sex Pistols,
The Remains,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Television Personalities,
Inner City,
X-102,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Magma,
K-Klass,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
MDC,
Ponytail,
The Mojo Men,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Skaos,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Juan Atkins,
Marc Almond,
Derrick Morgan,
Frankie Knuckles,
CMW,
Fela Kuti,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bad Manners,
Avey Tare,
Urselle,
Radio Birdman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joy Division,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Tremeloes,
Con Funk Shun,
Agent Orange,
the Slits,
Isaac Hayes,
Blancmange,
Anakelly,
Aswad,
Skarface,
Lungfish,
Moebius,
The Misunderstood,
The Leaves,
Kaleidoscope,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Can,
David Bowie,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.