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 Morocco and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 clarinet 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 Rekid to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Pretty Things,
Tom Boy,
The Raincoats,
Excepter,
Tres Demented,
Swans,
Outsiders,
Black Pus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Desert Stars,
Yellowson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sister Nancy,
Lebanon Hanover,
FM Einheit,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lou Reed,
Sun City Girls,
Swell Maps,
Little Man,
The Dave Clark Five,
Anakelly,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Surgeon,
Black Sheep,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Y Pants,
Barbara Tucker,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Radiohead,
Ossler,
The Pop Group,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Moby Grape,
Pussy Galore,
Dead Boys,
Altered Images,
The Kinks,
Ten City,
Radio Birdman,
Jeff Mills,
The Shadows of Knight,
Chrome,
The Sound,
Peter and Kerry,
Flamin' Groovies,
Procol Harum,
Bootsy Collins,
Charles Mingus,
The Standells,
Bobby Sherman,
Can,
Rites of Spring,
The Leaves,
Saccharine Trust,
Dave Gahan,
Unrelated Segments,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.