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 Swaziland and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
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 clarinet 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 Lou Christie to the dance 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Barrington Levy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rekid,
Kayak,
Hashim,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Pus,
Bill Wells,
Matthew Halsall,
Delta 5,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roy Ayers,
Cymande,
Iggy Pop,
Talk Talk,
Audionom,
Joe Finger,
Motorama,
Yusef Lateef,
Cameo,
Supertramp,
Cybotron,
The Electric Prunes,
Basic Channel,
R.M.O.,
Ken Boothe,
David Bowie,
The Fuzztones,
Unwound,
Jacob Miller,
Skriet,
the Normal,
The Moody Blues,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Sonics,
Reagan Youth,
Joey Negro,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Slackers,
Parry Music,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Standells,
Kurtis Blow,
The American Breed,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nik Kershaw,
Siglo XX,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ultravox,
Subhumans,
The Birthday Party,
UT,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
F. McDonald,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rosa Yemen,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Cure,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.