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 Taiwan and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Dave Clark Five to the rap 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Throbbing Gristle,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
ABBA,
Morten Harket,
Gang Starr,
Charles Mingus,
Easy Going,
Shoche,
Jeff Lynne,
Saccharine Trust,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Motions,
Pet Shop Boys,
Letta Mbulu,
Robert Hood,
Albert Ayler,
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The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Gun Club,
The Last Poets,
The Smiths,
E-Dancer,
Theoretical Girls,
Loose Ends,
Bobby Womack,
The Fall,
Boz Scaggs,
The Moody Blues,
Warsaw,
Technova,
Sam Rivers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cheater Slicks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ituana,
Crash Course in Science,
This Heat,
Kerri Chandler,
June Days,
Neil Young,
The Leaves,
the Swans,
Buzzcocks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sparks,
The Dirtbombs,
Max Romeo,
Symarip,
Echospace,
Electric Light Orchestra,
These Immortal Souls,
Fat Boys,
the Normal,
Mad Mike,
Prince Buster,
Tim Buckley,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.