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 Pakistan and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Lucky Dragons to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
The Cure,
Alison Limerick,
Mark Hollis,
Marc Almond,
Fear,
K-Klass,
The Wake,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Zapp,
Moebius,
John Coltrane,
the Bar-Kays,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Techniques,
Roxy Music,
Carl Craig,
The American Breed,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Connie Case,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Khruangbin,
The Standells,
Albert Ayler,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ken Boothe,
Lou Reed,
Gichy Dan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Electric Prunes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Alice Coltrane,
Alton Ellis,
Dennis Brown,
Joey Negro,
Anakelly,
Surgeon,
Basic Channel,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sonny Sharrock,
Shuggie Otis,
The Birthday Party,
L. Decosne,
Babytalk,
Piero Umiliani,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
World's Most,
Tom Boy,
The Electric Prunes,
Juan Atkins,
Jeff Lynne,
Mars,
Quadrant,
Von Mondo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marine Girls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Theoretical Girls,
Jacob Miller,
Unrelated Segments,
Althea and Donna,
Don Cherry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.