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 Moldova and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 Peter and Kerry to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Moebius,
Slick Rick,
KRS-One,
Zapp,
Vainqueur,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Glenn Branca,
Circle Jerks,
Colin Newman,
Pantaleimon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Deakin,
Nik Kershaw,
New York Dolls,
The Star Department,
EPMD,
Sparks,
Kaleidoscope,
Gerry Rafferty,
Clear Light,
Freddie Wadling,
Mad Mike,
Anakelly,
La Düsseldorf,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roxy Music,
Kerri Chandler,
Dual Sessions,
Janne Schatter,
The Motions,
Nas,
The Fugs,
Little Man,
Groovy Waters,
Eve St. Jones,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Doobie Brothers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Aural Exciters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Underground Resistance,
The Residents,
Public Enemy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Model 500,
Make Up,
Nick Fraelich,
Gong,
the Human League,
Roy Ayers,
Don Cherry,
Agent Orange,
Fatback Band,
Cymande,
Minny Pops,
Faraquet,
Marc Almond,
Dennis Brown,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.