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 Venezuela and from London.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Crispy Ambulance to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Stiv Bators,
kango's stein massive,
Livin' Joy,
Freddie Wadling,
Terrestrial Tones,
Harry Pussy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mars,
The Red Krayola,
Motorama,
Shuggie Otis,
Kaleidoscope,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Boz Scaggs,
Cybotron,
Juan Atkins,
Lower 48,
Niagra,
Slave,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Television Personalities,
Rakim,
Suicide,
the Human League,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Raincoats,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Parry Music,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bush Tetras,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Barbara Tucker,
The American Breed,
The Barracudas,
the Normal,
Heaven 17,
Roxette,
Babytalk,
Soul II Soul,
Radio Birdman,
John Holt,
Bluetip,
Radiopuhelimet,
MC5,
Todd Rundgren,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ornette Coleman,
Sällskapet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mandrill,
the Bar-Kays,
The Pop Group,
Technova,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Gories,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fat Boys,
Minor Threat,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.