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 Panama and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the techno 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Gregory Isaacs,
Duran Duran,
Roy Ayers,
Neu!,
New Order,
Maurizio,
Avey Tare,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nils Olav,
Urselle,
Camberwell Now,
The Stooges,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crooked Eye,
the Sonics,
LL Cool J,
Mo-Dettes,
Bill Wells,
Oblivians,
Harmonia,
Arcadia,
Young Marble Giants,
Kool Moe Dee,
Terrestrial Tones,
OOIOO,
The Neon Judgement,
The Standells,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bang On A Can,
the Soft Cell,
Barbara Tucker,
Idris Muhammad,
H. Thieme,
Spoonie Gee,
Buzzcocks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Section 25,
Boz Scaggs,
Scientists,
Danielle Patucci,
Joe Smooth,
Tubeway Army,
The Cure,
The Motions,
New Age Steppers,
Rufus Thomas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bootsy Collins,
Henry Cow,
Jesper Dahlback,
X-102,
Ice-T,
Black Moon,
Monks,
Arab on Radar,
Pantaleimon,
John Foxx,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.