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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro 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 Scratch Acid to the disco 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Mission of Burma,
MDC,
The Happenings,
B.T. Express,
Josef K,
Maurizio,
10cc,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Avey Tare,
Jacques Brel,
Warren Ellis,
Rekid,
The Move,
Hashim,
The Vogues,
Can,
Harpers Bizarre,
Funkadelic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kurtis Blow,
Television Personalities,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bill Near,
Ludus,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sister Nancy,
Ultra Naté,
Marshall Jefferson,
Quadrant,
Letta Mbulu,
The Cowsills,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Durutti Column,
Iggy Pop,
Albert Ayler,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
La Düsseldorf,
Jawbox,
Anthony Braxton,
Angry Samoans,
The Real Kids,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Fania All-Stars,
Electric Prunes,
Monks,
Graham Central Station,
Ossler,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Amazonics,
Terrestrial Tones,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Flipper,
Echospace,
kango's stein massive,
Japan,
Reuben Wilson,
Max Romeo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.