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 Singapore and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro 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 Barclay James Harvest to the grunge 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
U.S. Maple,
Neil Young,
Jacob Miller,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fear,
The Cure,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joensuu 1685,
The Gladiators,
Fad Gadget,
Man Eating Sloth,
Von Mondo,
Moss Icon,
Pole,
Roger Hodgson,
Angry Samoans,
The Neon Judgement,
Khruangbin,
The Leaves,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ice-T,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Shuggie Otis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cybotron,
Minutemen,
L. Decosne,
Donny Hathaway,
LL Cool J,
The Skatalites,
Echospace,
Alton Ellis,
The Monks,
DJ Style,
The Fortunes,
Lungfish,
Erykah Badu,
Au Pairs,
Scan 7,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dual Sessions,
Cameo,
The Moleskins,
Y Pants,
Model 500,
The Remains,
Pere Ubu,
Nico,
Dark Day,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pantaleimon,
Flash Fearless,
The Fuzztones,
Swell Maps,
The Slackers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Deakin,
the Normal,
Theoretical Girls,
The Smiths,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.