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 Korea South and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Modern Lovers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Stereo Dub,
Jacques Brel,
The Doobie Brothers,
Urselle,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Sonics,
Quadrant,
Agitation Free,
Dark Day,
Jerry's Kids,
June of 44,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
These Immortal Souls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Swans,
Motorama,
Accadde A,
Jeff Mills,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Groovy Waters,
Rakim,
Spandau Ballet,
Average White Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lakeside,
Animal Collective,
Cal Tjader,
Interpol,
Fugazi,
Suicide,
Duran Duran,
Underground Resistance,
Tomorrow,
Echospace,
Michelle Simonal,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pussy Galore,
Skarface,
Malaria!,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cheater Slicks,
Piero Umiliani,
Half Japanese,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Associates,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mr. Review,
The Electric Prunes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
K-Klass,
The Busters,
Black Pus,
Brand Nubian,
Babytalk,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Gladiators,
Stetsasonic,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.