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 Cairo.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Music Machine to the grunge 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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 snare and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Radiopuhelimet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Moody Blues,
The Standells,
Vladislav Delay,
Max Romeo,
Clear Light,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crash Course in Science,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Adolescents,
Moby Grape,
Groovy Waters,
The Gap Band,
Patti Smith,
Chris Corsano,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultravox,
The Blackbyrds,
Porter Ricks,
Bill Wells,
The Kinks,
Symarip,
Flash Fearless,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sun City Girls,
Ohio Players,
Liliput,
Siglo XX,
Isaac Hayes,
Wire,
Radio Birdman,
The Slackers,
Ultra Naté,
In Retrospect,
Altered Images,
Throbbing Gristle,
Stiv Bators,
Alphaville,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rapeman,
Magma,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camberwell Now,
Leonard Cohen,
Eve St. Jones,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Johnny Osbourne,
China Crisis,
Animal Collective,
The Cramps,
Marvin Gaye,
Ossler,
The United States of America,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.