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 the UAE and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Little Man to the jazz 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Dennis Brown,
Whodini,
Joy Division,
a-ha,
Hardrive,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eric Dolphy,
Glenn Branca,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Drexciya,
Peter & Gordon,
Rekid,
Flash Fearless,
The United States of America,
Oblivians,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dead Boys,
Ponytail,
Vainqueur,
Simply Red,
The Zeros,
Alphaville,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scott Walker,
Average White Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
JFA,
The Fortunes,
The Techniques,
Godley & Creme,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gil Scott Heron,
New Age Steppers,
Unrelated Segments,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Pop Group,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Raincoats,
Desert Stars,
Robert Wyatt,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Magazine,
The Cure,
Slave,
Reagan Youth,
Tears for Fears,
the Bar-Kays,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cecil Taylor,
The Buckinghams,
The Fire Engines,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Derrick May,
Gang of Four,
Dave Gahan,
Cybotron,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.