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 Germany and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Roy Ayers to the punk 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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Smog,
Aural Exciters,
Jerry's Kids,
Bill Near,
The Victims,
Bush Tetras,
Wasted Youth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minutemen,
Simply Red,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Motorama,
Television,
Unwound,
Electric Prunes,
The Pop Group,
Symarip,
Joe Smooth,
The Selecter,
Parry Music,
Charles Mingus,
Ornette Coleman,
Gerry Rafferty,
AZ,
Blossom Toes,
Blake Baxter,
Royal Trux,
Bobby Sherman,
Whodini,
Dennis Brown,
Ken Boothe,
The Litter,
The Leaves,
Silicon Teens,
The Real Kids,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Moebius,
Magazine,
Lalann,
Brick,
Surgeon,
The Sound,
Barclay James Harvest,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Doobie Brothers,
Khruangbin,
Stetsasonic,
Donald Byrd,
The Cure,
Danielle Patucci,
X-Ray Spex,
Desert Stars,
DNA,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Quadrant,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joy Division,
Vainqueur,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.