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 Palau and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar 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 Panda Bear to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Angry Samoans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Funkadelic,
Tubeway Army,
Q65,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gap Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Aloha Tigers,
Byron Stingily,
Lindisfarne,
Anthony Braxton,
Avey Tare,
Max Romeo,
Laurel Aitken,
Heaven 17,
Quadrant,
The Blues Magoos,
the Germs,
Fat Boys,
Neil Young,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Buckinghams,
Joe Smooth,
Stockholm Monsters,
Charles Mingus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Janne Schatter,
The Real Kids,
Shuggie Otis,
Cheater Slicks,
The Gladiators,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Stooges,
Jeff Mills,
Albert Ayler,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cymande,
The Martian,
The Walker Brothers,
Johnny Clarke,
Robert Wyatt,
Sexual Harrassment,
China Crisis,
Minnie Riperton,
Dave Gahan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Amon Düül II,
Anakelly,
Erasure,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ultra Naté,
The Fuzztones,
Second Layer,
Marmalade,
Hoover,
Colin Newman,
Banda Bassotti,
Scott Walker,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.