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 Ecuador and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Japan to the rock 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Holt,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Toni Rubio,
Flamin' Groovies,
Animal Collective,
Brothers Johnson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dual Sessions,
Q65,
Maurizio,
Mandrill,
Robert Görl,
Slick Rick,
Wolf Eyes,
Deepchord,
Fat Boys,
Dennis Brown,
Thompson Twins,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jerry's Kids,
The Names,
Echospace,
Joe Finger,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Human League,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Porter Ricks,
Nirvana,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eden Ahbez,
Cymande,
Harmonia,
Cheater Slicks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Slits,
Swans,
The Gories,
Connie Case,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Toasters,
Basic Channel,
John Cale,
Funky Four + One,
Aswad,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Yaz,
CMW,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Excepter,
Vainqueur,
Livin' Joy,
The Move,
Bad Manners,
Crime,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Gun Club,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Stockholm Monsters,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.