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 Gambia and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Tremeloes to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
The Leaves,
Sparks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Drexciya,
Barclay James Harvest,
Anakelly,
The Black Dice,
Angry Samoans,
Ken Boothe,
Sound Behaviour,
DJ Style,
Eurythmics,
The Fire Engines,
Oblivians,
Bang On A Can,
Bootsy Collins,
a-ha,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lower 48,
Toni Rubio,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Banda Bassotti,
Morten Harket,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Warsaw,
Avey Tare,
Bizarre Inc.,
ABC,
The Human League,
Pantytec,
Ice-T,
The Fortunes,
Flash Fearless,
The Gun Club,
The Invisible,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rotary Connection,
Agent Orange,
The Mummies,
Black Sheep,
John Cale,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Grass Roots,
the Bar-Kays,
Sällskapet,
Hardrive,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Swans,
Kurtis Blow,
Darondo,
Rites of Spring,
Visage,
Motorama,
Schoolly D,
The Young Rascals,
Tears for Fears,
Scientists,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.