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 Bahrain and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Minutemen to the rap 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Brand Nubian,
Barclay James Harvest,
Second Layer,
Yellowson,
Maleditus Sound,
Metal Thangz,
Man Eating Sloth,
Stetsasonic,
Pulsallama,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Tremeloes,
Dawn Penn,
B.T. Express,
The Leaves,
Model 500,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Von Mondo,
Infiniti,
Circle Jerks,
Fluxion,
Don Cherry,
DNA,
Quantec,
One Last Wish,
Mars,
Accadde A,
Bad Manners,
Parry Music,
Minnie Riperton,
Television Personalities,
Glenn Branca,
Funkadelic,
June Days,
The Fuzztones,
Maurizio,
48th St. Collective,
the Soft Cell,
Symarip,
Deadbeat,
Sällskapet,
Massinfluence,
The Smiths,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lyres,
Mad Mike,
Bang On A Can,
Rotary Connection,
Rod Modell,
Shoche,
Sound Behaviour,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Masters at Work,
Severed Heads,
Hashim,
Peter & Gordon,
Wire,
Banda Bassotti,
Country Teasers,
T.S.O.L.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.