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 Cyprus and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Boz Scaggs to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Dead Boys,
Chrome,
The Tremeloes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Q and Not U,
The Pretty Things,
CMW,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aloha Tigers,
Marine Girls,
the Slits,
Vainqueur,
Grauzone,
Lebanon Hanover,
Man Parrish,
The Gap Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Cheater Slicks,
Dave Gahan,
Surgeon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gang Green,
Stetsasonic,
Pylon,
Donald Byrd,
Joey Negro,
The Doors,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bill Wells,
Todd Terry,
The Neon Judgement,
Glenn Branca,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Red Krayola,
Desert Stars,
Public Image Ltd.,
Derrick Morgan,
L. Decosne,
Joensuu 1685,
Depeche Mode,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Interpol,
Drive Like Jehu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nils Olav,
Barrington Levy,
Warsaw,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Altered Images,
Smog,
Black Moon,
Howard Jones,
Sällskapet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Albert Ayler,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Maleditus Sound,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.