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 Ireland and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Arab on Radar to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wasted Youth,
Oblivians,
Alton Ellis,
Bobby Womack,
Cameo,
Alison Limerick,
Brass Construction,
The Moleskins,
Scion,
One Last Wish,
Drexciya,
Joyce Sims,
June Days,
Suburban Knight,
Man Parrish,
Alphaville,
Ludus,
Alice Coltrane,
Joey Negro,
The Slits,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Vogues,
The Associates,
The Monks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joe Finger,
Average White Band,
Black Moon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Star Department,
Supertramp,
Metal Thangz,
Carl Craig,
Aswad,
Basic Channel,
The Last Poets,
Model 500,
Stiv Bators,
Pulsallama,
Arab on Radar,
DJ Style,
Kerrie Biddell,
Amon Düül II,
Marcia Griffiths,
Khruangbin,
Public Image Ltd.,
Thee Headcoats,
Minutemen,
Japan,
Scan 7,
The Selecter,
Magma,
The Invisible,
Leonard Cohen,
Ponytail,
Rosa Yemen,
Tomorrow,
New Age Steppers,
The Saints,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.