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 Vanuatu and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Zeros to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Grey Daturas,
Amon Düül II,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Foxx,
The Associates,
Von Mondo,
Rekid,
Lee Hazlewood,
Intrusion,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Echospace,
Tim Buckley,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Velvet Underground,
Trumans Water,
The Gun Club,
Fugazi,
The Busters,
Rakim,
The Standells,
Suburban Knight,
Scott Walker,
Janne Schatter,
Index,
Roxette,
Metal Thangz,
The Star Department,
Sun Ra,
Albert Ayler,
Mary Jane Girls,
48th St. Collective,
Spandau Ballet,
Godley & Creme,
World's Most,
Quando Quango,
R.M.O.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Porter Ricks,
The Names,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Zero Boys,
Interpol,
Radiopuhelimet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
DJ Style,
10cc,
Gang of Four,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Knickerbockers,
Laurel Aitken,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pulsallama,
Wire,
Q and Not U,
Black Pus,
Dark Day,
Wasted Youth,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.