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 Mexico and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Moleskins,
Roy Ayers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Flipper,
the Normal,
Aswad,
Kerri Chandler,
Henry Cow,
Duran Duran,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gong,
The Sonics,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sandy B,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Searchers,
Arcadia,
Unrelated Segments,
Tomorrow,
the Swans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Star Department,
Arthur Verocai,
Pagans,
Minnie Riperton,
Mandrill,
Von Mondo,
Deepchord,
Little Man,
The Fugs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Smoke,
Royal Trux,
ABBA,
Lou Christie,
Wings,
Iggy Pop,
Mission of Burma,
The Durutti Column,
Tim Buckley,
Aloha Tigers,
Yellowson,
the Sonics,
Newcleus,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gichy Dan,
Brick,
Aaron Thompson,
Sun Ra,
Ronnie Foster,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rhythm & Sound,
Porter Ricks,
Mark Hollis,
Barrington Levy,
Pylon,
The Gun Club,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.