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 Tuvalu and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Cowsills to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Oneida,
Yaz,
Intrusion,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mad Mike,
Soft Machine,
H. Thieme,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Toni Rubio,
Agitation Free,
Blossom Toes,
Scientists,
Saccharine Trust,
Qualms,
Mars,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Buzzcocks,
Fela Kuti,
The Doobie Brothers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ornette Coleman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ultravox,
Youth Brigade,
Matthew Bourne,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scan 7,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Martian,
Goldenarms,
Skriet,
Pierre Henry,
Warsaw,
Magazine,
This Heat,
The Mighty Diamonds,
World's Most,
B.T. Express,
The Litter,
Todd Rundgren,
Roxette,
The Kinks,
Lakeside,
Heaven 17,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bang On A Can,
Ice-T,
Stiv Bators,
Television,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marvin Gaye,
Mo-Dettes,
Joe Finger,
Desert Stars,
Anthony Braxton,
Michelle Simonal,
Johnny Clarke,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.