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 Tajikistan and from Lyon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin 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 Warsaw to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Motions,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bush Tetras,
The Electric Prunes,
Tim Buckley,
Thompson Twins,
Wasted Youth,
Radio Birdman,
Symarip,
Joyce Sims,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Sheep,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joey Negro,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Aswad,
The Invisible,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Minutemen,
Pantytec,
The Red Krayola,
The Dirtbombs,
Magazine,
Gabor Szabo,
the Normal,
Animal Collective,
Marvin Gaye,
Severed Heads,
Barrington Levy,
Moby Grape,
Blossom Toes,
Marmalade,
Niagra,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Martian,
Kenny Larkin,
New Order,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Selecter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Freddie Wadling,
Echospace,
Big Daddy Kane,
Archie Shepp,
Saccharine Trust,
Gang of Four,
Ponytail,
DNA,
the Bar-Kays,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Television,
Jawbox,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Icehouse,
OOIOO,
Negative Approach,
Zapp,
Amon Düül II,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mark Hollis,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.