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 Jordan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Toronto.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Qualms to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eric Dolphy,
Royal Trux,
Kurtis Blow,
David Bowie,
Amazonics,
Jerry's Kids,
Hasil Adkins,
Marc Almond,
Index,
EPMD,
Spandau Ballet,
Newcleus,
Moby Grape,
Bronski Beat,
Model 500,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Brand Nubian,
Eurythmics,
The Golliwogs,
Qualms,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Freddie Wadling,
Joensuu 1685,
Cheater Slicks,
Youth Brigade,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Avey Tare,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sarah Menescal,
Whodini,
Deepchord,
Sixth Finger,
Agent Orange,
Eric Copeland,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tears for Fears,
Grandmaster Flash,
Leonard Cohen,
Siglo XX,
Essential Logic,
Chris Corsano,
Skaos,
China Crisis,
Metal Thangz,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gang of Four,
Marine Girls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Young Rascals,
Silicon Teens,
Reuben Wilson,
Nick Fraelich,
The Skatalites,
Hoover,
Franke,
Shuggie Otis,
The Barracudas,
Schoolly D,
Section 25,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.