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 India and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin 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 Agent Orange to the jazz 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Absolute Body Control,
Electric Prunes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Trumans Water,
The Zeros,
CMW,
Tears for Fears,
The Moody Blues,
The Seeds,
Peter & Gordon,
U.S. Maple,
Ken Boothe,
Brothers Johnson,
Amon Düül,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scott Walker,
Tomorrow,
The Misunderstood,
ABBA,
Glenn Branca,
Dave Gahan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dawn Penn,
Procol Harum,
Leonard Cohen,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Masters at Work,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gang Gang Dance,
Silicon Teens,
Avey Tare,
Black Moon,
X-Ray Spex,
Pere Ubu,
Roxette,
Massinfluence,
Scion,
The Fuzztones,
The Divine Comedy,
Audionom,
The Last Poets,
E-Dancer,
The Slackers,
Metal Thangz,
Bill Wells,
Soft Machine,
Young Marble Giants,
The Standells,
Neil Young,
Sound Behaviour,
Erykah Badu,
Chrome,
The Wake,
Negative Approach,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobby Byrd,
The Blackbyrds,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.