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 Bahrain and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Doobie Brothers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Country Teasers,
Michelle Simonal,
Marmalade,
Roxette,
Unwound,
The Sonics,
Reuben Wilson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kas Product,
R.M.O.,
the Soft Cell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Todd Terry,
Interpol,
The Count Five,
Matthew Bourne,
Girls At Our Best!,
Urselle,
Sällskapet,
Flipper,
Japan,
Scion,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bauhaus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Toasters,
Q and Not U,
Drexciya,
The New Christs,
One Last Wish,
Quantec,
Tom Boy,
Joensuu 1685,
Excepter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Glenn Branca,
Fear,
Smog,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
the Sonics,
Fatback Band,
The Vogues,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Pus,
The Electric Prunes,
Yellowson,
Joyce Sims,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Can,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eden Ahbez,
Reagan Youth,
Monolake,
Bizarre Inc.,
Byron Stingily,
Bobby Womack,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.