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 Brunei and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Unrelated Segments to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
The Knickerbockers,
Gang of Four,
Bobby Womack,
Organ,
Maleditus Sound,
Leonard Cohen,
Hasil Adkins,
The Cowsills,
Joyce Sims,
The Martian,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Connie Case,
The Happenings,
Electric Prunes,
Arcadia,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Misunderstood,
Pantytec,
Reagan Youth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Swell Maps,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Niagra,
Hot Snakes,
Nick Fraelich,
Godley & Creme,
Scott Walker,
Glenn Branca,
Eli Mardock,
Gang Starr,
Amon Düül,
James White and The Blacks,
Danielle Patucci,
X-102,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Skriet,
Tres Demented,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Invisible,
The Young Rascals,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marine Girls,
Scratch Acid,
Deakin,
Hardrive,
The Index,
Angry Samoans,
Trumans Water,
Man Eating Sloth,
MC5,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Theoretical Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ice-T,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Remains,
Index,
Cecil Taylor,
David Bowie,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Yaz,
Chris Corsano,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.