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 San Marino and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord 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 The Mojo Men to the punk 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Suburban Knight,
Delta 5,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Country Teasers,
Quadrant,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
James White and The Blacks,
Mars,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ultra Naté,
Toni Rubio,
Scrapy,
Pylon,
La Düsseldorf,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Birthday Party,
Gabor Szabo,
Harry Pussy,
The Move,
Steve Hackett,
Hot Snakes,
Marvin Gaye,
Avey Tare,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gregory Isaacs,
Andrew Hill,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fugs,
Reagan Youth,
Pulsallama,
Matthew Halsall,
Technova,
Scott Walker,
Nation of Ulysses,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Index,
The Gap Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ludus,
The Flesh Eaters,
Laurel Aitken,
In Retrospect,
Dead Boys,
Ice-T,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fuzztones,
The Seeds,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Techniques,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Deadbeat,
Yusef Lateef,
Kevin Saunderson,
Average White Band,
Yazoo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Normal,
Don Cherry,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.