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 Lithuania and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar 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 The Smoke to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
The Young Rascals,
Symarip,
Das Ding,
Bobby Sherman,
June of 44,
Skriet,
The Gories,
Lungfish,
Black Pus,
The Offenders,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Unwound,
Eli Mardock,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ituana,
Grey Daturas,
Newcleus,
Ludus,
Deepchord,
Brand Nubian,
Cluster,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Angels of Light,
Tim Buckley,
Michelle Simonal,
The Martian,
The Techniques,
Eric B and Rakim,
kango's stein massive,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Angry Samoans,
Oblivians,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
cv313,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Robert Hood,
Arab on Radar,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jandek,
Deakin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Audionom,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Make Up,
Robert Görl,
Slick Rick,
Tom Boy,
Soul II Soul,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pantytec,
Dawn Penn,
The Alarm Clocks,
Alice Coltrane,
The Smiths,
The Evens,
Motorama,
Eddi Front,
Gabor Szabo,
Masters at Work,
Organ,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.