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 Austria and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sight & Sound to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wally Richardson,
Graham Central Station,
Sandy B,
ABC,
Von Mondo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Yusef Lateef,
Lakeside,
Q and Not U,
Sonny Sharrock,
Andrew Hill,
Magazine,
The New Christs,
Excepter,
Iggy Pop,
The Leaves,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cheater Slicks,
Roxette,
This Heat,
Aloha Tigers,
Livin' Joy,
EPMD,
L. Decosne,
The Cowsills,
Rosa Yemen,
Oneida,
10cc,
Mandrill,
The Velvet Underground,
Maleditus Sound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Durutti Column,
Faraquet,
June of 44,
Scientists,
The Fire Engines,
The Stooges,
Isaac Hayes,
Idris Muhammad,
The Modern Lovers,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobby Sherman,
La Düsseldorf,
Marcia Griffiths,
Chris Corsano,
The Doors,
Camberwell Now,
Wasted Youth,
Monks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Y Pants,
Dorothy Ashby,
Youth Brigade,
Main Source,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Make Up,
Hoover,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.