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 Korea South and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ultravox to the grunge 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lindisfarne,
Hoover,
Skriet,
Warsaw,
The Last Poets,
The Stooges,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Altered Images,
The Offenders,
Franke,
Marmalade,
Cluster,
John Cale,
Freddie Wadling,
Electric Prunes,
John Holt,
Moebius,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Pop Group,
Agent Orange,
Bobby Byrd,
X-101,
Japan,
Liliput,
Stetsasonic,
Au Pairs,
Vladislav Delay,
Livin' Joy,
Donny Hathaway,
Bill Near,
Absolute Body Control,
Howard Jones,
La Düsseldorf,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Thompson Twins,
10cc,
Josef K,
The Beau Brummels,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
June of 44,
The Standells,
Ultravox,
Arthur Verocai,
Cameo,
Y Pants,
John Foxx,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ornette Coleman,
Scott Walker,
Blake Baxter,
the Sonics,
Pulsallama,
D'Angelo,
The Toasters,
Nirvana,
Accadde A,
Qualms,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.