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 Lebanon and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar 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 Interpol to the funk 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Velvet Underground,
Tim Buckley,
Pole,
Wings,
The Sonics,
Laurel Aitken,
Accadde A,
Connie Case,
cv313,
Lindisfarne,
Intrusion,
Quadrant,
Smog,
John Foxx,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Dirtbombs,
MC5,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cluster,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cal Tjader,
E-Dancer,
Peter and Kerry,
Gregory Isaacs,
Isaac Hayes,
PIL,
Y Pants,
The Victims,
Bush Tetras,
Althea and Donna,
Banda Bassotti,
The Skatalites,
The Electric Prunes,
Niagra,
These Immortal Souls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Yazoo,
Joe Smooth,
Lakeside,
Clear Light,
Neil Young,
Thompson Twins,
The Slits,
Rufus Thomas,
Little Man,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Yaz,
The Walker Brothers,
Mr. Review,
Susan Cadogan,
K-Klass,
Sarah Menescal,
DJ Sneak,
Sight & Sound,
Dennis Brown,
Surgeon,
Jeff Mills,
The Fuzztones,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.