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 Egypt and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba 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 Divine Comedy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Graham Central Station,
Kenny Larkin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Con Funk Shun,
Pole,
Pylon,
AZ,
Stereo Dub,
The Searchers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Minor Threat,
The Standells,
Reagan Youth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scion,
Joe Finger,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Parry Music,
The Names,
X-101,
LL Cool J,
Little Man,
Aloha Tigers,
The Associates,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Warsaw,
Glenn Branca,
Steve Hackett,
Charles Mingus,
Surgeon,
kango's stein massive,
Eve St. Jones,
Judy Mowatt,
Sight & Sound,
Scientists,
Delta 5,
Neil Young,
The Walker Brothers,
Junior Murvin,
John Cale,
The Angels of Light,
The Wake,
Faraquet,
Yusef Lateef,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
T.S.O.L.,
Grauzone,
Peter & Gordon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Gun Club,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Don Cherry,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roxy Music,
DNA,
The Remains,
The Buckinghams,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.