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 Madagascar and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jeff Lynne to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Spandau Ballet,
Ice-T,
Chris Corsano,
Oblivians,
Vainqueur,
Amazonics,
Kool Moe Dee,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cowsills,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Evens,
Archie Shepp,
The Invisible,
The Fugs,
LL Cool J,
The Angels of Light,
Niagra,
Khruangbin,
Symarip,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wasted Youth,
Kayak,
Alison Limerick,
Bauhaus,
Deadbeat,
This Heat,
Kerri Chandler,
EPMD,
Gerry Rafferty,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Zeros,
Lalo Schifrin,
Swans,
Drive Like Jehu,
KRS-One,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Avey Tare,
The Buckinghams,
Blake Baxter,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pagans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dawn Penn,
Harry Pussy,
Arab on Radar,
Newcleus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Prince Buster,
The Alarm Clocks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Alphaville,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jeff Mills,
Audionom,
Bill Near,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.