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 Paris.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Association to the rock 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nik Kershaw,
Roger Hodgson,
Schoolly D,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crash Course in Science,
Minor Threat,
Blancmange,
It's A Beautiful Day,
MDC,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lungfish,
The Durutti Column,
Terry Callier,
The Cowsills,
Sly & The Family Stone,
These Immortal Souls,
Severed Heads,
Yellowson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crime,
Piero Umiliani,
OOIOO,
The Zeros,
Main Source,
The Techniques,
Crispy Ambulance,
Maurizio,
Subhumans,
Ohio Players,
Black Flag,
Robert Hood,
Pierre Henry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The J.B.'s,
Accadde A,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Dirtbombs,
Royal Trux,
Scientists,
Scratch Acid,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fluxion,
Sam Rivers,
Darondo,
June of 44,
Drexciya,
Faraquet,
Heaven 17,
Hoover,
In Retrospect,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soft Cell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Toasters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Sonics,
The Misunderstood,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.