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 Vietnam and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator 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 Jandek to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Gerry Rafferty,
Magazine,
Procol Harum,
Roy Ayers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dennis Brown,
Gang of Four,
Tres Demented,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Circle Jerks,
Gang Starr,
K-Klass,
Surgeon,
The Victims,
Zero Boys,
Man Parrish,
Pere Ubu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cybotron,
Amon Düül,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
In Retrospect,
The Moleskins,
Jeff Lynne,
Anakelly,
The Vogues,
Derrick May,
Average White Band,
The Seeds,
Rosa Yemen,
Warsaw,
Groovy Waters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Trojans,
Spandau Ballet,
Outsiders,
Stockholm Monsters,
Andrew Hill,
This Heat,
DJ Sneak,
Spoonie Gee,
Stereo Dub,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lucky Dragons,
Minnie Riperton,
The Evens,
Crispian St. Peters,
Harmonia,
Index,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Selecter,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Barbara Tucker,
Max Romeo,
Pussy Galore,
Niagra,
Y Pants,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.