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 Belarus and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro 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 Yusef Lateef to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Andrew Hill,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Dead C,
Shoche,
kango's stein massive,
Brick,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Moon,
Cameo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Mummies,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Toni Rubio,
Lower 48,
Porter Ricks,
Section 25,
Tres Demented,
Smog,
Eve St. Jones,
Radio Birdman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Leaves,
The Knickerbockers,
Fat Boys,
Joyce Sims,
R.M.O.,
The Sonics,
The Selecter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Moleskins,
Soft Cell,
Idris Muhammad,
ABBA,
Judy Mowatt,
Au Pairs,
Metal Thangz,
Connie Case,
MC5,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
L. Decosne,
Roger Hodgson,
Talk Talk,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Arab on Radar,
Blossom Toes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jeff Lynne,
Terry Callier,
One Last Wish,
Lightning Bolt,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Residents,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.