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 Swaziland and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Arthur Verocai to the rock 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Drexciya,
Buzzcocks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Livin' Joy,
Unwound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tears for Fears,
The Offenders,
Sandy B,
Agitation Free,
R.M.O.,
Barrington Levy,
The Real Kids,
Fugazi,
The Happenings,
Ohio Players,
Adolescents,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Star Department,
Roxette,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Peter & Gordon,
Absolute Body Control,
Malaria!,
The Pretty Things,
The Skatalites,
Camberwell Now,
Chris Corsano,
The Tremeloes,
Duran Duran,
Liliput,
The Five Americans,
Public Enemy,
The Vogues,
Tubeway Army,
Infiniti,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Flipper,
Donny Hathaway,
The Last Poets,
Hardrive,
The Moleskins,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Count Five,
The Misunderstood,
Joe Smooth,
Sparks,
Cymande,
Bobby Womack,
Swans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Flag,
Hoover,
John Cale,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sällskapet,
Sixth Finger,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.