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 Botswana and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Moss Icon to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
The J.B.'s,
China Crisis,
Cameo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Selecter,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Offenders,
Lyres,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rufus Thomas,
The Slits,
Matthew Bourne,
Blancmange,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Skatalites,
UT,
The Leaves,
the Slits,
Infiniti,
Barbara Tucker,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Curtis Mayfield,
Todd Rundgren,
PIL,
John Lydon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Moby Grape,
Surgeon,
Letta Mbulu,
Fluxion,
Mars,
Tears for Fears,
The Stooges,
Hot Snakes,
Blake Baxter,
Sun Ra,
Bad Manners,
Underground Resistance,
Depeche Mode,
Darondo,
Minor Threat,
Eve St. Jones,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joy Division,
MC5,
Loose Ends,
The Victims,
Prince Buster,
Funky Four + One,
Rakim,
Alton Ellis,
The Cure,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Qualms,
Colin Newman,
Rotary Connection,
Kurtis Blow,
Patti Smith,
The Residents,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.