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 Bulgaria and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Dark Day to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Essential Logic,
Ossler,
Stetsasonic,
the Germs,
The Offenders,
Lyres,
Anthony Braxton,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nas,
Barrington Levy,
Malaria!,
Alton Ellis,
Model 500,
Tomorrow,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Sound,
Stiv Bators,
Peter & Gordon,
Derrick Morgan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crispian St. Peters,
K-Klass,
Q and Not U,
Das Ding,
Slick Rick,
Jandek,
Vladislav Delay,
Dead Boys,
Pagans,
Franke,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Angels of Light,
Young Marble Giants,
Mars,
The Evens,
Black Flag,
Depeche Mode,
Banda Bassotti,
The Index,
Lou Christie,
B.T. Express,
the Fania All-Stars,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nico,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bizarre Inc.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Supertramp,
Davy DMX,
Neu!,
The Buckinghams,
The Velvet Underground,
Robert Hood,
The Last Poets,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Whodini,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cameo,
Schoolly D,
Minnie Riperton,
U.S. Maple,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.