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 Mauritania and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Nick Fraelich to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
The Moody Blues,
MDC,
Arcadia,
Tres Demented,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roy Ayers,
Model 500,
Infiniti,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Quantec,
Hasil Adkins,
Country Teasers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Sugar Minott,
Skarface,
Swell Maps,
Depeche Mode,
the Swans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Charles Mingus,
Bill Near,
Black Sheep,
Robert Wyatt,
Smog,
New Order,
The Fuzztones,
Lindisfarne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Piero Umiliani,
The Five Americans,
Agent Orange,
the Sonics,
Surgeon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Panda Bear,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joey Negro,
The Music Machine,
John Coltrane,
The Red Krayola,
Camouflage,
The Mojo Men,
The Walker Brothers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cymande,
Ultimate Spinach,
Essential Logic,
Kurtis Blow,
The Techniques,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Aloha Tigers,
Pierre Henry,
Bluetip,
Supertramp,
Jerry's Kids,
Wolf Eyes,
EPMD,
The Dead C,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.