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 St Lucia and from Columbus.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes 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 Joe Finger to the techno 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
The Human League,
Lyres,
Vainqueur,
Joyce Sims,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Coltrane,
Eve St. Jones,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Count Five,
Matthew Bourne,
The Real Kids,
Kaleidoscope,
The Doobie Brothers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Moby Grape,
Schoolly D,
Pantaleimon,
The Dead C,
Eddi Front,
Swell Maps,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Prince Buster,
Judy Mowatt,
the Fania All-Stars,
Andrew Hill,
Grauzone,
Rites of Spring,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kerri Chandler,
The Tremeloes,
Cheater Slicks,
The Pop Group,
ABC,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Modern Lovers,
The New Christs,
Mission of Burma,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lou Reed,
The Blackbyrds,
Smog,
Organ,
Groovy Waters,
Lou Christie,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Suicide,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Young Marble Giants,
Zero Boys,
Neil Young,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gabor Szabo,
Glenn Branca,
Lalann,
Flash Fearless,
The Standells,
The Gories,
Joy Division,
Isaac Hayes,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.