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 France and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe 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 China Crisis 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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scion,
Gang Green,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
June Days,
Flash Fearless,
Dual Sessions,
Magma,
8 Eyed Spy,
Vainqueur,
Ossler,
Chrome,
Fluxion,
Gong,
Aaron Thompson,
Prince Buster,
Grey Daturas,
Cheater Slicks,
Eddi Front,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eden Ahbez,
The Dead C,
Faust,
Harry Pussy,
Deadbeat,
The New Christs,
Qualms,
The Names,
the Swans,
Blossom Toes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fatback Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Barrington Levy,
Pussy Galore,
Groovy Waters,
Hasil Adkins,
Scratch Acid,
Minutemen,
The Cure,
Susan Cadogan,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Five Americans,
Cybotron,
The Fuzztones,
Liliput,
Q65,
David Bowie,
Vladislav Delay,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joyce Sims,
a-ha,
F. McDonald,
Marine Girls,
Porter Ricks,
Hot Snakes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gang Starr,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.