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 China and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba 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 ABBA to the grunge 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Yusef Lateef,
Henry Cow,
Harpers Bizarre,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Tremeloes,
Black Moon,
Leonard Cohen,
Isaac Hayes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joy Division,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soft Machine,
Peter and Kerry,
Essential Logic,
Radiohead,
Hoover,
Nick Fraelich,
FM Einheit,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
New Age Steppers,
Audionom,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Desert Stars,
Terry Callier,
The Gap Band,
Inner City,
Ossler,
Man Eating Sloth,
Popol Vuh,
Surgeon,
EPMD,
Radiopuhelimet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Idris Muhammad,
Roxy Music,
a-ha,
The Real Kids,
Robert Hood,
The Names,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Radio Birdman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Goldenarms,
Roger Hodgson,
Sun City Girls,
Camouflage,
X-Ray Spex,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Residents,
The Sound,
L. Decosne,
Delta 5,
This Heat,
Mars,
Visage,
Ice-T,
Cameo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Unwound,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.