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 Spain 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Suburban Knight to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Eli Mardock,
Trumans Water,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Gories,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rufus Thomas,
FM Einheit,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Doobie Brothers,
Monks,
Intrusion,
Scrapy,
Yaz,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ituana,
X-101,
Josef K,
Sound Behaviour,
Arthur Verocai,
Depeche Mode,
Sonic Youth,
Hashim,
Pole,
Electric Prunes,
Carl Craig,
the Association,
Stiv Bators,
The Motions,
David Axelrod,
Yazoo,
Morten Harket,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pet Shop Boys,
Supertramp,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Iggy Pop,
Radiohead,
The New Christs,
Tubeway Army,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eric Copeland,
Boz Scaggs,
The Wake,
Lou Reed,
Absolute Body Control,
The Misunderstood,
Brass Construction,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Dirtbombs,
Nick Fraelich,
Kerri Chandler,
June Days,
Clear Light,
Fat Boys,
Loose Ends,
EPMD,
Joey Negro,
Fugazi,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eric Dolphy,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.