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 Botswana and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin 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 The Smiths to the rap 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Agent Orange,
Alton Ellis,
Icehouse,
E-Dancer,
Radiohead,
Laurel Aitken,
Terrestrial Tones,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Arcadia,
ABBA,
Radio Birdman,
Liliput,
In Retrospect,
The Litter,
Al Stewart,
Circle Jerks,
The Blues Magoos,
The Searchers,
Derrick May,
Lucky Dragons,
Alice Coltrane,
D'Angelo,
B.T. Express,
Kerri Chandler,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Connie Case,
Whodini,
Technova,
10cc,
Ronan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Moss Icon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Monolake,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Doors,
David Axelrod,
Tubeway Army,
Pierre Henry,
Derrick Morgan,
The Dirtbombs,
Fat Boys,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Cure,
Nas,
Oneida,
Gang Gang Dance,
Grauzone,
Quadrant,
Mars,
New York Dolls,
Yusef Lateef,
Quantec,
June of 44,
Can,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.