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 Angola and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 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 Fugazi to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
ABC,
Lower 48,
Arab on Radar,
Nation of Ulysses,
Babytalk,
Rekid,
The Count Five,
Technova,
These Immortal Souls,
Bill Wells,
Barry Ungar,
E-Dancer,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gil Scott Heron,
X-Ray Spex,
Suicide,
June of 44,
Massinfluence,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tears for Fears,
Reuben Wilson,
Organ,
The Martian,
Los Fastidios,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Das Ding,
Deepchord,
Vainqueur,
The Velvet Underground,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tubeway Army,
Roy Ayers,
Hot Snakes,
Oneida,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lightning Bolt,
LL Cool J,
The Standells,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobby Sherman,
Quantec,
Flipper,
Sister Nancy,
The Human League,
Isaac Hayes,
Piero Umiliani,
Radio Birdman,
Surgeon,
the Soft Cell,
Au Pairs,
MDC,
The Cramps,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Simply Red,
Charles Mingus,
The Buckinghams,
Black Sheep,
10cc,
Gabor Szabo,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.