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 Eritrea and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron 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 Spoonie Gee to the punk 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Kool Moe Dee,
Q and Not U,
Nik Kershaw,
Swans,
Scrapy,
Theoretical Girls,
Trumans Water,
The Moody Blues,
The Move,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Andrew Hill,
Tomorrow,
Steve Hackett,
T. Rex,
Skarface,
Agitation Free,
The Black Dice,
Underground Resistance,
Bobby Womack,
David Axelrod,
Clear Light,
Davy DMX,
Darondo,
Derrick Morgan,
MC5,
Nas,
Dorothy Ashby,
Aaron Thompson,
The Monochrome Set,
Marcia Griffiths,
Vainqueur,
New York Dolls,
Deadbeat,
DJ Sneak,
The Star Department,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fortunes,
PIL,
Tim Buckley,
Peter & Gordon,
Patti Smith,
X-Ray Spex,
Erasure,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eden Ahbez,
Niagra,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Raincoats,
Leonard Cohen,
Robert Wyatt,
Harpers Bizarre,
Robert Görl,
The Invisible,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Sheep,
Stockholm Monsters,
Deakin,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Moon,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.