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 Ukraine and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Babytalk to the jazz 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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Girls At Our Best!,
Panda Bear,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fatback Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stereo Dub,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Country Teasers,
The Fall,
10cc,
Bauhaus,
Black Bananas,
Blancmange,
Delta 5,
DJ Style,
Idris Muhammad,
Gregory Isaacs,
Q65,
Hasil Adkins,
Warsaw,
The Golliwogs,
Laurel Aitken,
the Soft Cell,
The Wake,
Thee Headcoats,
Bush Tetras,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Das Ding,
The Invisible,
Joey Negro,
The Happenings,
Scion,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Goldenarms,
Scientists,
The Offenders,
Sarah Menescal,
Basic Channel,
Moss Icon,
James White and The Blacks,
Malaria!,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Slackers,
Matthew Halsall,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pharoah Sanders,
Aural Exciters,
LL Cool J,
Davy DMX,
Urselle,
The Evens,
Shuggie Otis,
Albert Ayler,
Nas,
Eve St. Jones,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lindisfarne,
Mad Mike,
The Slits,
Spandau Ballet,
Lalo Schifrin,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.