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 Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 CMW to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Animal Collective,
Ornette Coleman,
Lee Hazlewood,
Peter and Kerry,
Barclay James Harvest,
Minnie Riperton,
Anakelly,
Eve St. Jones,
The Blackbyrds,
Dark Day,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Circle Jerks,
Freddie Wadling,
Sonic Youth,
The Vogues,
Agitation Free,
10cc,
Camouflage,
Simply Red,
Parry Music,
Tubeway Army,
Porter Ricks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Half Japanese,
Laurel Aitken,
Junior Murvin,
David Bowie,
The Raincoats,
The Moody Blues,
Judy Mowatt,
Altered Images,
Lungfish,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Trojans,
Banda Bassotti,
Arcadia,
Maurizio,
Joey Negro,
Avey Tare,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Johnny Clarke,
Swell Maps,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Neil Young,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eden Ahbez,
Supertramp,
La Düsseldorf,
Todd Rundgren,
Ronnie Foster,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Beau Brummels,
Faust,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Stooges,
Inner City,
Soul II Soul,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.