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 Korea South and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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 Doobie Brothers,
John Lydon,
Lou Reed,
Pierre Henry,
The Black Dice,
The Fugs,
LL Cool J,
Surgeon,
Das Ding,
Ronnie Foster,
The Searchers,
Tom Boy,
The Kinks,
Black Bananas,
Joe Finger,
F. McDonald,
Magazine,
Aaron Thompson,
The Monks,
The Victims,
X-Ray Spex,
Johnny Clarke,
Negative Approach,
The Slits,
The Names,
KRS-One,
The Residents,
Rakim,
The Mummies,
Stetsasonic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Boz Scaggs,
Isaac Hayes,
Unrelated Segments,
World's Most,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fortunes,
Franke,
The Vogues,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Wake,
Ohio Players,
Wire,
The Skatalites,
Inner City,
Joey Negro,
the Sonics,
The Zeros,
Agitation Free,
Heaven 17,
David Bowie,
Anthony Braxton,
Ten City,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Don Cherry,
48th St. Collective,
Spoonie Gee,
China Crisis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Suburban Knight,
Graham Central Station,
The Moody Blues,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.