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 Bahrain and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Sam Rivers to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Byron Stingily,
Suburban Knight,
K-Klass,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Smiths,
The J.B.'s,
Iggy Pop,
LL Cool J,
June Days,
Suicide,
Pulsallama,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Flag,
Youth Brigade,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Litter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Heaven 17,
The Blues Magoos,
The Gladiators,
Half Japanese,
Crispian St. Peters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Barbara Tucker,
E-Dancer,
Avey Tare,
Von Mondo,
Guru Guru,
Piero Umiliani,
The Modern Lovers,
Oneida,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Derrick Morgan,
Anthony Braxton,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Lydon,
David Axelrod,
The Birthday Party,
Gang Green,
These Immortal Souls,
Rufus Thomas,
Curtis Mayfield,
Amon Düül II,
Oblivians,
Scrapy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Shuggie Otis,
Max Romeo,
Visage,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fat Boys,
Junior Murvin,
Minny Pops,
Letta Mbulu,
a-ha,
Crash Course in Science,
Franke,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Aswad,
Scion,
The Selecter,
Nils Olav,
Moss Icon,
Joy Division,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.