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 India and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Searchers to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
The Mojo Men,
Rufus Thomas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Patti Smith,
Talk Talk,
James White and The Blacks,
Ken Boothe,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
This Heat,
Groovy Waters,
Soulsonic Force,
Shuggie Otis,
Jacques Brel,
CMW,
MDC,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tomorrow,
John Cale,
Outsiders,
Kas Product,
Max Romeo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Connie Case,
Electric Prunes,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Human League,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mantronix,
Faust,
Kaleidoscope,
The Dirtbombs,
Marvin Gaye,
Theoretical Girls,
Easy Going,
The Last Poets,
Lou Reed,
Agitation Free,
Sexual Harrassment,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Thompson Twins,
Rotary Connection,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scratch Acid,
David McCallum,
John Holt,
Black Sheep,
Pylon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Toasters,
Derrick May,
Tubeway Army,
Agent Orange,
Marc Almond,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Knickerbockers,
Leonard Cohen,
Stockholm Monsters,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.