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 Laos and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kerri Chandler to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lyres,
Al Stewart,
The Dirtbombs,
Cal Tjader,
Ultimate Spinach,
Swans,
Black Sheep,
Gang of Four,
June of 44,
Derrick Morgan,
Mission of Burma,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Moebius,
Minutemen,
Connie Case,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Pus,
Prince Buster,
Metal Thangz,
Don Cherry,
The Star Department,
The Cowsills,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Barrington Levy,
John Holt,
Icehouse,
Gang Green,
The Velvet Underground,
Lower 48,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Real Kids,
Mr. Review,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Sonics,
DJ Style,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Divine Comedy,
E-Dancer,
Ralphi Rosario,
Yusef Lateef,
Nick Fraelich,
Oneida,
Camouflage,
The Slackers,
Hashim,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Guru Guru,
Scrapy,
Cheater Slicks,
Average White Band,
Accadde A,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Von Mondo,
Alison Limerick,
Soft Machine,
Kaleidoscope,
Infiniti,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.