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 Brazil and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Masters at Work to the crunk 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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Arab on Radar,
The Fire Engines,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ken Boothe,
Judy Mowatt,
Alton Ellis,
Ralphi Rosario,
Toni Rubio,
The Beau Brummels,
Fluxion,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gang of Four,
Kurtis Blow,
Essential Logic,
The Remains,
Arthur Verocai,
Accadde A,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Au Pairs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kayak,
Tomorrow,
David Axelrod,
Desert Stars,
Wolf Eyes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nas,
Black Pus,
The Doors,
Marvin Gaye,
The Residents,
Audionom,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bob Dylan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marmalade,
Yazoo,
Neu!,
The Fuzztones,
Country Teasers,
Chris & Cosey,
Sonny Sharrock,
10cc,
Mandrill,
Scratch Acid,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Barrington Levy,
Bobby Byrd,
the Human League,
La Düsseldorf,
Janne Schatter,
The Velvet Underground,
Nirvana,
Bill Near,
Spoonie Gee,
Grey Daturas,
Supertramp,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.