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 Kuwait and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 chamberlin 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 Minutemen to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Amon Düül II,
Stetsasonic,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wings,
Idris Muhammad,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Index,
Aswad,
Eric Copeland,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
B.T. Express,
Pagans,
The Victims,
Franke,
Robert Görl,
Ronnie Foster,
Tommy Roe,
Barry Ungar,
The Cure,
Fatback Band,
Kayak,
Das Ding,
Warren Ellis,
Lakeside,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dennis Brown,
Lou Reed,
F. McDonald,
Youth Brigade,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Camberwell Now,
Goldenarms,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kaleidoscope,
The Beau Brummels,
Yellowson,
Harry Pussy,
The Searchers,
June Days,
The Cowsills,
Cal Tjader,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
K-Klass,
The Moody Blues,
Danielle Patucci,
The Remains,
Kurtis Blow,
Rites of Spring,
Lyres,
Laurel Aitken,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Sonics,
The Standells,
Simply Red,
Josef K,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.