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 France and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 Severed Heads to the jazz 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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Robert Wyatt,
The Toasters,
Dead Boys,
Minny Pops,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
10cc,
The Raincoats,
Rites of Spring,
The Fall,
The Real Kids,
Gabor Szabo,
Siglo XX,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Donny Hathaway,
The Mighty Diamonds,
New York Dolls,
Neil Young,
Stiv Bators,
Ohio Players,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pantaleimon,
Stetsasonic,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joe Smooth,
Fad Gadget,
Frankie Knuckles,
CMW,
Fort Wilson Riot,
B.T. Express,
Audionom,
Joey Negro,
Lyres,
Dark Day,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pagans,
The New Christs,
Bluetip,
X-102,
Reuben Wilson,
Tres Demented,
Television,
This Heat,
Shoche,
These Immortal Souls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Con Funk Shun,
The Martian,
Symarip,
The Barracudas,
Easy Going,
The Mojo Men,
The Alarm Clocks,
Organ,
Roger Hodgson,
Nick Fraelich,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.