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 Palau 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 The Buckinghams to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soft Machine,
The Neon Judgement,
Zapp,
Livin' Joy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Flag,
Sixth Finger,
The Electric Prunes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Slave,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wally Richardson,
The Dirtbombs,
Banda Bassotti,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Porter Ricks,
The Five Americans,
Junior Murvin,
The Gun Club,
Funkadelic,
Lalann,
Lou Reed,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Litter,
LL Cool J,
Rakim,
The Count Five,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Godley & Creme,
Mo-Dettes,
Letta Mbulu,
Tubeway Army,
Depeche Mode,
Janne Schatter,
The Blues Magoos,
Warren Ellis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Deadbeat,
Joy Division,
Ken Boothe,
Derrick Morgan,
Barrington Levy,
The Alarm Clocks,
ABBA,
Silicon Teens,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Cure,
The Fuzztones,
The Star Department,
Henry Cow,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pantytec,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.