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 Barbados and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sam Rivers 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Spoonie Gee,
Lou Reed,
The Busters,
Freddie Wadling,
Los Fastidios,
Aswad,
Hardrive,
Tim Buckley,
This Heat,
Parry Music,
Goldenarms,
The Fall,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marvin Gaye,
Jerry's Kids,
Prince Buster,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Remains,
Sound Behaviour,
The Gladiators,
Sex Pistols,
John Cale,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Kinks,
ABC,
Kaleidoscope,
Television Personalities,
Rekid,
The Electric Prunes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Delta 5,
Swans,
AZ,
Tomorrow,
FM Einheit,
Outsiders,
The Litter,
The Slits,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Make Up,
Inner City,
Absolute Body Control,
48th St. Collective,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tommy Roe,
Terry Callier,
World's Most,
Guru Guru,
Mad Mike,
Nas,
Jimmy McGriff,
Yaz,
Althea and Donna,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fad Gadget,
Johnny Clarke,
B.T. Express,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.