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 Moldova and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Woodstock.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Minor Threat to the crunk 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Tommy Roe,
JFA,
Black Flag,
Inner City,
Rites of Spring,
Ice-T,
Albert Ayler,
Roger Hodgson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Suburban Knight,
The Monochrome Set,
Tubeway Army,
In Retrospect,
Fugazi,
Hashim,
Visage,
Bill Wells,
Prince Buster,
Wings,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
MDC,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nick Fraelich,
Pharoah Sanders,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Yellowson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Loose Ends,
Los Fastidios,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wasted Youth,
Malaria!,
The Searchers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tres Demented,
Eden Ahbez,
ABBA,
Pole,
the Normal,
Simply Red,
The Pretty Things,
The Shadows of Knight,
Panda Bear,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Red Krayola,
The New Christs,
Neu!,
Colin Newman,
Crash Course in Science,
Rakim,
H. Thieme,
The Trojans,
The Barracudas,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Deepchord,
The Music Machine,
The Zeros,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.