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 East Timor and from Madrid.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Hashim to the rock 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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
World's Most,
Ten City,
The Zeros,
Circle Jerks,
Swell Maps,
Audionom,
Spandau Ballet,
Nas,
Junior Murvin,
Gabor Szabo,
The Remains,
Tears for Fears,
June of 44,
Blancmange,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Red Krayola,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DNA,
Deakin,
Little Man,
the Soft Cell,
Aural Exciters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eddi Front,
The Electric Prunes,
Reagan Youth,
Rufus Thomas,
Guru Guru,
Delta 5,
Juan Atkins,
Bootsy Collins,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ohio Players,
UT,
Arthur Verocai,
Dual Sessions,
Gong,
Scan 7,
Thompson Twins,
cv313,
The Saints,
Soulsonic Force,
Morten Harket,
Brothers Johnson,
Cecil Taylor,
New Order,
Maurizio,
Jeru the Damaja,
FM Einheit,
Lou Christie,
Motorama,
Negative Approach,
Minor Threat,
Symarip,
Brick,
Bob Dylan,
Sandy B,
ABBA,
Procol Harum,
The Cosmic Jokers,
David Bowie,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.