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 Indonesia and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
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 Television to the funk 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Scion,
Junior Murvin,
Stiv Bators,
Swans,
The Last Poets,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Minor Threat,
Mo-Dettes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crooked Eye,
Robert Görl,
Jesper Dahlback,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jacob Miller,
Darondo,
Delta 5,
Ossler,
Dennis Brown,
Eddi Front,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
These Immortal Souls,
The Wake,
Henry Cow,
The Young Rascals,
Arcadia,
Funkadelic,
The Cramps,
The Skatalites,
Bobby Byrd,
The Alarm Clocks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tom Boy,
Moby Grape,
Kurtis Blow,
Graham Central Station,
Sandy B,
Wings,
Los Fastidios,
The Monochrome Set,
The Dead C,
Vainqueur,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mark Hollis,
The Gladiators,
10cc,
the Association,
Blossom Toes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Al Stewart,
The Martian,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Malaria!,
Ohio Players,
Rod Modell,
Moebius,
Mandrill,
Cluster,
Barrington Levy,
Brothers Johnson,
Bill Near,
The United States of America,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.