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 Brazil and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Wasted Youth to the jazz 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
LL Cool J,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Doobie Brothers,
Excepter,
Gichy Dan,
The Blues Magoos,
Sister Nancy,
Quadrant,
The Cramps,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Outsiders,
Piero Umiliani,
Blossom Toes,
Drexciya,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Swell Maps,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Delta 5,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Pus,
Aswad,
Camouflage,
The Gun Club,
K-Klass,
the Slits,
Bootsy Collins,
Mandrill,
Absolute Body Control,
The Residents,
Eric Copeland,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
MDC,
Bizarre Inc.,
T.S.O.L.,
Ornette Coleman,
Kerri Chandler,
Danielle Patucci,
In Retrospect,
John Coltrane,
The Happenings,
The Offenders,
Graham Central Station,
Los Fastidios,
The Victims,
Q and Not U,
X-101,
Fugazi,
Pylon,
The American Breed,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Fania All-Stars,
Motorama,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Brick,
Rapeman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Sheep,
Archie Shepp,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.