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 Kazakhstan and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 at the first Suicide 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 Masters at Work to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Absolute Body Control,
Slick Rick,
Jerry's Kids,
Lou Christie,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Golliwogs,
Zapp,
The Count Five,
Ronnie Foster,
Minny Pops,
Derrick Morgan,
The J.B.'s,
Neil Young,
Underground Resistance,
Deakin,
Harmonia,
Kenny Larkin,
The Cowsills,
John Cale,
Bootsy Collins,
The Dead C,
Ultra Naté,
Boz Scaggs,
H. Thieme,
PIL,
Barbara Tucker,
The Standells,
Matthew Bourne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Johnny Clarke,
Country Teasers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gichy Dan,
Pantaleimon,
Kas Product,
The United States of America,
Man Parrish,
FM Einheit,
Glenn Branca,
Arab on Radar,
Erasure,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Moleskins,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bluetip,
John Holt,
Eric B and Rakim,
Arcadia,
Intrusion,
Buzzcocks,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobby Sherman,
Bang On A Can,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joey Negro,
Morten Harket,
Groovy Waters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Whodini,
Talk Talk,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.