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 Mongolia and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare 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 the Normal to the disco 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Bush Tetras,
Neil Young,
Kool Moe Dee,
H. Thieme,
Sun Ra,
PIL,
The Dave Clark Five,
Avey Tare,
Flipper,
In Retrospect,
Blancmange,
Camberwell Now,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bronski Beat,
Slick Rick,
Toni Rubio,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Susan Cadogan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lou Reed,
The Monks,
Scrapy,
Lightning Bolt,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Alison Limerick,
Jeff Mills,
Yellowson,
The Real Kids,
Johnny Clarke,
Deakin,
R.M.O.,
Panda Bear,
JFA,
Shoche,
Althea and Donna,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nik Kershaw,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Music Machine,
Public Enemy,
Moss Icon,
Sparks,
Pussy Galore,
Kurtis Blow,
Ronan,
World's Most,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Selecter,
Joe Smooth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Public Image Ltd.,
Quando Quango,
Scion,
the Slits,
Model 500,
Barry Ungar,
Angry Samoans,
Roxette,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.