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 Uzbekistan and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Shuggie Otis,
Youth Brigade,
Drexciya,
The Smoke,
Roxy Music,
Tomorrow,
Barbara Tucker,
Absolute Body Control,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lyres,
Crooked Eye,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sparks,
Davy DMX,
Bob Dylan,
Pere Ubu,
These Immortal Souls,
Minnie Riperton,
Half Japanese,
Zero Boys,
the Normal,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Althea and Donna,
DJ Sneak,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
48th St. Collective,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wings,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Shoche,
Malaria!,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Essential Logic,
Sällskapet,
Radio Birdman,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eve St. Jones,
Outsiders,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Pus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Tremeloes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Gories,
Hoover,
Technova,
Jerry's Kids,
Alison Limerick,
Saccharine Trust,
John Foxx,
Neil Young,
U.S. Maple,
Fat Boys,
Gastr Del Sol,
One Last Wish,
The Gladiators,
Pagans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.