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 St Lucia and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 Subhumans to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Man Parrish,
Sixth Finger,
Underground Resistance,
Mantronix,
Eurythmics,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nirvana,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Supertramp,
The Names,
These Immortal Souls,
Peter and Kerry,
Minor Threat,
Oblivians,
The Sound,
Byron Stingily,
Yaz,
Sam Rivers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Qualms,
Marmalade,
Kool Moe Dee,
David McCallum,
The Trojans,
Ronnie Foster,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kas Product,
Electric Prunes,
Roxy Music,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Happenings,
Fluxion,
The Angels of Light,
Smog,
Aswad,
Mad Mike,
Main Source,
Whodini,
The Doors,
Flipper,
Cal Tjader,
Black Bananas,
Rod Modell,
Urselle,
Public Image Ltd.,
Y Pants,
Moss Icon,
Rufus Thomas,
U.S. Maple,
The Move,
Skriet,
Magazine,
Absolute Body Control,
The Velvet Underground,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nils Olav,
Schoolly D,
Delta 5,
Althea and Donna,
Davy DMX,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.