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 Maldives and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 chamberlin 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Barry Ungar,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eddi Front,
Mantronix,
Marvin Gaye,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Zeros,
Crooked Eye,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joyce Sims,
The Young Rascals,
The Gun Club,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fugazi,
The Knickerbockers,
Janne Schatter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jerry's Kids,
The J.B.'s,
The Moody Blues,
Tom Boy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nico,
Boz Scaggs,
Country Teasers,
Tres Demented,
FM Einheit,
Boredoms,
Suburban Knight,
Gong,
Rhythm & Sound,
June Days,
In Retrospect,
The Count Five,
Blake Baxter,
Aural Exciters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pole,
Funkadelic,
Flamin' Groovies,
Godley & Creme,
Lungfish,
The Moleskins,
Hashim,
ABBA,
Clear Light,
Cal Tjader,
Lalann,
Kaleidoscope,
MDC,
China Crisis,
Throbbing Gristle,
Peter and Kerry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Negative Approach,
Terrestrial Tones,
X-Ray Spex,
The Doobie Brothers,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.