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 Belgium and from Taipei.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lalann to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Spandau Ballet,
Skriet,
Joe Finger,
Terrestrial Tones,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Monochrome Set,
Grey Daturas,
Scan 7,
Fatback Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Lungfish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hot Snakes,
David Bowie,
The Standells,
Kas Product,
Rakim,
Reuben Wilson,
Boz Scaggs,
Television Personalities,
In Retrospect,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rapeman,
Reagan Youth,
Aloha Tigers,
Outsiders,
The Blues Magoos,
UT,
The Happenings,
Babytalk,
Gang Starr,
Ultimate Spinach,
Yazoo,
The Knickerbockers,
Agent Orange,
The Dirtbombs,
Max Romeo,
The Black Dice,
John Coltrane,
Sun City Girls,
The Pop Group,
Icehouse,
Kayak,
Fad Gadget,
Jerry's Kids,
Animal Collective,
The Angels of Light,
Agitation Free,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Carl Craig,
Eve St. Jones,
Delon & Dalcan,
Faust,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ice-T,
Michelle Simonal,
Groovy Waters,
Severed Heads,
Model 500,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.