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 Ivory Coast and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Junior Murvin to the crunk 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Accadde A,
Roxy Music,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sällskapet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Chrome,
Gil Scott Heron,
Guru Guru,
Sex Pistols,
Subhumans,
Grauzone,
James White and The Blacks,
Bill Wells,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Dead C,
Technova,
The Gladiators,
The Toasters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Donald Byrd,
The Evens,
Youth Brigade,
Sparks,
Japan,
The Moody Blues,
Morten Harket,
The Residents,
The Tremeloes,
Mantronix,
Jandek,
Al Stewart,
Bad Manners,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bush Tetras,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lightning Bolt,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joe Finger,
Public Enemy,
Echospace,
Deadbeat,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Moon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Deakin,
Ossler,
Bang On A Can,
Delta 5,
Cameo,
Procol Harum,
Roy Ayers,
Brick,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mission of Burma,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Maurizio,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.