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 Uzbekistan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes 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 Charles Mingus to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Chrome,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Alphaville,
Icehouse,
The Skatalites,
James White and The Blacks,
Sun Ra,
The Sonics,
Brothers Johnson,
Joe Smooth,
Roxette,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Buzzcocks,
Delta 5,
Bronski Beat,
The Smoke,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Faraquet,
This Heat,
The Grass Roots,
Pussy Galore,
Roxy Music,
The Martian,
Davy DMX,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Echospace,
Franke,
Depeche Mode,
Minor Threat,
Kas Product,
U.S. Maple,
Steve Hackett,
Dennis Brown,
Donny Hathaway,
Guru Guru,
The Mojo Men,
Sex Pistols,
Ice-T,
The Saints,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Aswad,
The Star Department,
Fluxion,
New Age Steppers,
Sun City Girls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scrapy,
Albert Ayler,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mad Mike,
8 Eyed Spy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Derrick Morgan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Basic Channel,
Aloha Tigers,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.