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 Czech Republic and from New York.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Los Fastidios to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Public Enemy,
Suicide,
Darondo,
The Cramps,
Icehouse,
Grey Daturas,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scott Walker,
Ornette Coleman,
Shuggie Otis,
Fugazi,
The Leaves,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Tremeloes,
The American Breed,
Unrelated Segments,
DJ Sneak,
Agent Orange,
The Vogues,
Girls At Our Best!,
Newcleus,
Sparks,
The Trojans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Barrington Levy,
Inner City,
Fatback Band,
Smog,
The Offenders,
Joyce Sims,
Fort Wilson Riot,
ABBA,
Motorama,
Urselle,
Banda Bassotti,
Theoretical Girls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sonic Youth,
The Motions,
The Martian,
The Pretty Things,
Dorothy Ashby,
Laurel Aitken,
Make Up,
Schoolly D,
This Heat,
Kaleidoscope,
Patti Smith,
Brothers Johnson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Alton Ellis,
Rod Modell,
Easy Going,
Al Stewart,
The Count Five,
Ituana,
Silicon Teens,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Y Pants,
Deepchord,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.