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 China and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Seeds 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marvin Gaye,
Pantytec,
Goldenarms,
B.T. Express,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Franke,
Kaleidoscope,
Delon & Dalcan,
These Immortal Souls,
Piero Umiliani,
Joyce Sims,
The Stooges,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ralphi Rosario,
Camberwell Now,
Moby Grape,
Reuben Wilson,
Junior Murvin,
Subhumans,
Underground Resistance,
D'Angelo,
Derrick Morgan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Alphaville,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mars,
Al Stewart,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Boz Scaggs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Moss Icon,
Janne Schatter,
Aswad,
Eurythmics,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Remains,
Bluetip,
Morten Harket,
Easy Going,
Freddie Wadling,
Little Man,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
In Retrospect,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Depeche Mode,
Adolescents,
the Swans,
Dead Boys,
Wally Richardson,
Lower 48,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Camouflage,
Urselle,
Harry Pussy,
MC5,
Stetsasonic,
Massinfluence,
Black Sheep,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.