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 Bhutan and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro 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 Lou Christie to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Amon Düül,
Fat Boys,
Sister Nancy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Chris & Cosey,
Alphaville,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Coltrane,
Echospace,
Quantec,
Public Image Ltd.,
Depeche Mode,
Main Source,
Jerry's Kids,
Joy Division,
Bronski Beat,
Dark Day,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lindisfarne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Infiniti,
The Mojo Men,
JFA,
The Offenders,
Public Enemy,
Visage,
The Buckinghams,
Joensuu 1685,
Tim Buckley,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Residents,
Clear Light,
The Motions,
The Moleskins,
Pole,
Mission of Burma,
Sonic Youth,
Nick Fraelich,
Swell Maps,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Massinfluence,
The American Breed,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Television,
Ludus,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joe Finger,
The J.B.'s,
The Gladiators,
The Count Five,
Kenny Larkin,
Peter and Kerry,
Albert Ayler,
Sun City Girls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Doors,
It's A Beautiful Day,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.