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 Tanzania and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lucky Dragons 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
David McCallum,
The Selecter,
Eli Mardock,
Lou Christie,
Joe Smooth,
Delon & Dalcan,
Man Parrish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Faraquet,
The Fuzztones,
Porter Ricks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Bar-Kays,
In Retrospect,
Barrington Levy,
Surgeon,
Swell Maps,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Stereo Dub,
Sällskapet,
Amon Düül II,
Crispy Ambulance,
Grandmaster Flash,
JFA,
The Wake,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rotary Connection,
Cheater Slicks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Peter and Kerry,
Kool Moe Dee,
Girls At Our Best!,
Symarip,
Sandy B,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
T.S.O.L.,
Lalann,
Arthur Verocai,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Quantec,
Interpol,
the Slits,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Toni Rubio,
Terrestrial Tones,
Agent Orange,
Man Eating Sloth,
Donny Hathaway,
FM Einheit,
Jacob Miller,
Fluxion,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tom Boy,
Shoche,
Easy Going,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Smiths,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.