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 Eritrea and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Gang Gang Dance to the punk 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
T. Rex,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Monks,
Urselle,
The Moody Blues,
Kenny Larkin,
Minutemen,
Radiohead,
The Names,
Eric Dolphy,
Soft Cell,
LL Cool J,
The Seeds,
Nation of Ulysses,
Avey Tare,
Marmalade,
The Evens,
The Martian,
Yazoo,
Liliput,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dual Sessions,
Shoche,
The Stooges,
Sight & Sound,
Q and Not U,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Au Pairs,
Cluster,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marvin Gaye,
Electric Prunes,
The Fugs,
Roy Ayers,
Nik Kershaw,
Infiniti,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Schoolly D,
EPMD,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Letta Mbulu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Magazine,
Josef K,
Niagra,
Severed Heads,
The Mummies,
The Count Five,
The Electric Prunes,
Supertramp,
Donald Byrd,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Raincoats,
Aural Exciters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Dead C,
Dawn Penn,
a-ha,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.