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 Nepal and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Fall to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
The Red Krayola,
Gang Green,
Monks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Chris Corsano,
the Germs,
Echospace,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Sound,
the Swans,
David Axelrod,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Doors,
Minor Threat,
MDC,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Last Poets,
Mo-Dettes,
The Stooges,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wally Richardson,
Arab on Radar,
The Young Rascals,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Cowsills,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wasted Youth,
Toni Rubio,
Kerri Chandler,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Robert Hood,
Scientists,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Man Parrish,
Chrome,
Animal Collective,
The Fuzztones,
Ralphi Rosario,
KRS-One,
Zapp,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Iggy Pop,
Amon Düül,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Count Five,
One Last Wish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joey Negro,
The Motions,
Patti Smith,
Warsaw,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.