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 Lithuania and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Technova to the disco 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Crooked Eye,
Tom Boy,
Desert Stars,
Black Moon,
The Fugs,
Rod Modell,
DNA,
Peter and Kerry,
Joyce Sims,
Agent Orange,
The Busters,
Eden Ahbez,
Sam Rivers,
Man Parrish,
Lalo Schifrin,
Arthur Verocai,
Procol Harum,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nirvana,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Barracudas,
Scion,
Barrington Levy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Max Romeo,
Chris Corsano,
Yaz,
Swell Maps,
Eli Mardock,
The J.B.'s,
Soft Machine,
Idris Muhammad,
Blake Baxter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fluxion,
Pole,
Patti Smith,
Altered Images,
Trumans Water,
Mark Hollis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Andrew Hill,
The Birthday Party,
E-Dancer,
The Remains,
Todd Rundgren,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Spandau Ballet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
JFA,
the Soft Cell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Erasure,
Freddie Wadling,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Aloha Tigers,
The Index,
Toni Rubio,
Bad Manners,
Dennis Brown,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.