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 Spain and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Toasters to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
This Heat,
James White and The Blacks,
Index,
Jawbox,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Groovy Waters,
Motorama,
Sound Behaviour,
Rekid,
OOIOO,
Lungfish,
Parry Music,
Rufus Thomas,
Cal Tjader,
Slick Rick,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cecil Taylor,
Zero Boys,
Howard Jones,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sister Nancy,
Rites of Spring,
Donald Byrd,
Soft Cell,
a-ha,
MC5,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fear,
The Pretty Things,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Funkadelic,
Lightning Bolt,
The Names,
The Searchers,
Rod Modell,
The Stooges,
Chris Corsano,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soulsonic Force,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Radiopuhelimet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Dead C,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Q and Not U,
Half Japanese,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scott Walker,
Patti Smith,
The Sound,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scrapy,
John Holt,
Alison Limerick,
The Mojo Men,
Panda Bear,
EPMD,
FM Einheit,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.