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 Solomon Islands and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 David Bowie 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 Nas 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Black Sheep,
The Buckinghams,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joensuu 1685,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cal Tjader,
Flipper,
The Victims,
Von Mondo,
The Velvet Underground,
Rites of Spring,
Smog,
Angry Samoans,
Matthew Bourne,
Q and Not U,
The Cure,
Scrapy,
Marmalade,
Quando Quango,
Man Parrish,
The Star Department,
The Fall,
Carl Craig,
Mission of Burma,
The Motions,
Black Moon,
The Red Krayola,
Lower 48,
a-ha,
Charles Mingus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rapeman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Bananas,
Marc Almond,
Mark Hollis,
X-102,
The Techniques,
The Remains,
Thee Headcoats,
Sarah Menescal,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Youth Brigade,
Nas,
Eric Dolphy,
Stereo Dub,
Derrick May,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
These Immortal Souls,
Basic Channel,
Technova,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Archie Shepp,
Fugazi,
Eddi Front,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.