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 Monaco and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Offenders to the electroclash 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sight & Sound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Misunderstood,
MDC,
The Remains,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lungfish,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eve St. Jones,
The Wake,
Skaos,
Nirvana,
Dave Gahan,
The United States of America,
Soft Machine,
The Gun Club,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
In Retrospect,
Grey Daturas,
Black Flag,
Arcadia,
Clear Light,
Parry Music,
Goldenarms,
Jawbox,
Main Source,
Gang Starr,
The Neon Judgement,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rites of Spring,
10cc,
Howard Jones,
Chrome,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lalo Schifrin,
Animal Collective,
Chris Corsano,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Smog,
Isaac Hayes,
the Bar-Kays,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Smiths,
Rufus Thomas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jeru the Damaja,
Simply Red,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Intrusion,
Godley & Creme,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pagans,
The Saints,
D'Angelo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.