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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Nile Rodgers 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 The J.B.'s to the rock 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 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 snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Accadde A,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sister Nancy,
Byron Stingily,
Johnny Osbourne,
Faust,
Lucky Dragons,
The Evens,
Don Cherry,
Blancmange,
The Smoke,
Alphaville,
Lindisfarne,
Quando Quango,
Goldenarms,
Jacob Miller,
The Leaves,
Hashim,
June of 44,
Crime,
MDC,
Alton Ellis,
Aswad,
Quantec,
Eurythmics,
Bizarre Inc.,
Grauzone,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Porter Ricks,
The Pretty Things,
Minnie Riperton,
The Real Kids,
Ken Boothe,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
DJ Sneak,
Marine Girls,
Minor Threat,
Aloha Tigers,
Fear,
The Offenders,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scott Walker,
Rufus Thomas,
The Birthday Party,
Tears for Fears,
Jacques Brel,
Roxette,
Unwound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Girls At Our Best!,
Oblivians,
Bobby Womack,
Erykah Badu,
Organ,
The Beau Brummels,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Cale,
Royal Trux,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Sound,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.