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 Colombia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Count Five to the punk 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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Liliput,
Donald Byrd,
These Immortal Souls,
Silicon Teens,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fugazi,
Dark Day,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Gladiators,
The Fall,
Panda Bear,
Gastr Del Sol,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Sound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Durutti Column,
Mandrill,
Brass Construction,
Nick Fraelich,
Whodini,
The Mojo Men,
Sparks,
The Gories,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Sugar Minott,
Yusef Lateef,
X-101,
The Barracudas,
The Skatalites,
Faraquet,
The Last Poets,
James White and The Blacks,
Jawbox,
Bob Dylan,
The Wake,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Interpol,
Hot Snakes,
Eden Ahbez,
The Electric Prunes,
Wally Richardson,
The Invisible,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hoover,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Flash Fearless,
Public Enemy,
Urselle,
Nico,
Tommy Roe,
Black Flag,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Buckinghams,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Motions,
Quadrant,
Dual Sessions,
Ultimate Spinach,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.