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 Montenegro and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Pulsallama to the electroclash 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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Malaria!,
John Foxx,
Darondo,
Kurtis Blow,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Happenings,
Gang of Four,
Graham Central Station,
Roxy Music,
Wings,
In Retrospect,
David McCallum,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Drive Like Jehu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Inner City,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Count Five,
the Bar-Kays,
The Mojo Men,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Loose Ends,
Jawbox,
Fatback Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
PIL,
Kenny Larkin,
Brass Construction,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mo-Dettes,
Barry Ungar,
The Slackers,
Joe Smooth,
Eddi Front,
Fear,
FM Einheit,
Rufus Thomas,
Colin Newman,
Depeche Mode,
Porter Ricks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Charles Mingus,
MDC,
Robert Görl,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fluxion,
Thee Headcoats,
Carl Craig,
The Gories,
KRS-One,
Arcadia,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Patti Smith,
Altered Images,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camberwell Now,
Neil Young,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.