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 Kuwait and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Seeds to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide 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?
Rhythm & Sound,
Stiv Bators,
Amon Düül II,
Gerry Rafferty,
Popol Vuh,
Vladislav Delay,
Boz Scaggs,
T. Rex,
R.M.O.,
Parry Music,
EPMD,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Bar-Kays,
Brass Construction,
The Red Krayola,
Lou Reed,
The Monochrome Set,
Icehouse,
The Knickerbockers,
James White and The Blacks,
The Misunderstood,
The Happenings,
Basic Channel,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fall,
Bob Dylan,
Pagans,
Bootsy Collins,
The Tremeloes,
X-101,
Robert Görl,
Harmonia,
Tommy Roe,
Hardrive,
Los Fastidios,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
In Retrospect,
Pet Shop Boys,
Junior Murvin,
Nation of Ulysses,
Buzzcocks,
Deepchord,
Delon & Dalcan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dark Day,
Lower 48,
Davy DMX,
Average White Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Index,
The Dave Clark Five,
Avey Tare,
Archie Shepp,
Jesper Dahlback,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kas Product,
Minnie Riperton,
Glenn Branca,
Accadde A,
Joy Division,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.