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 Costa Rica and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator 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 Lalann to the jazz 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Tommy Roe,
John Coltrane,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Delon & Dalcan,
Television,
Supertramp,
The Red Krayola,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Heaven 17,
Zapp,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
FM Einheit,
Blancmange,
Outsiders,
The Techniques,
Rufus Thomas,
X-102,
Kurtis Blow,
The Music Machine,
Connie Case,
Junior Murvin,
Royal Trux,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Albert Ayler,
Marmalade,
Harpers Bizarre,
Youth Brigade,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ituana,
Donald Byrd,
Can,
Joe Finger,
Lalann,
Pere Ubu,
Altered Images,
Rekid,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Stereo Dub,
Robert Görl,
This Heat,
Bill Near,
The Skatalites,
U.S. Maple,
Shoche,
The Fall,
Angry Samoans,
Michelle Simonal,
Pagans,
The Cowsills,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Grass Roots,
The Velvet Underground,
Q and Not U,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Oneida,
The Zeros,
Jeff Mills,
X-Ray Spex,
8 Eyed Spy,
Talk Talk,
Neu!,
Throbbing Gristle,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.