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 Iceland and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare 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 Royal Family And The Poor to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ossler,
Judy Mowatt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jacques Brel,
Matthew Bourne,
Sound Behaviour,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Drive Like Jehu,
New York Dolls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Brick,
Lyres,
Cameo,
Desert Stars,
Dual Sessions,
The Fire Engines,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fluxion,
Bush Tetras,
Mr. Review,
Crooked Eye,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pussy Galore,
Can,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bill Wells,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Second Layer,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hot Snakes,
Radiohead,
KRS-One,
Scott Walker,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alison Limerick,
The Standells,
Roxy Music,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fuzztones,
The Leaves,
MDC,
Severed Heads,
The Slackers,
Pagans,
Bobby Sherman,
Lou Reed,
Icehouse,
Ralphi Rosario,
Delta 5,
U.S. Maple,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Oblivians,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Sonics,
Reuben Wilson,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.