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 Papua New Guinea and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Mission of Burma to the electroclash 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Hasil Adkins,
Girls At Our Best!,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bootsy Collins,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bizarre Inc.,
a-ha,
The Real Kids,
The Velvet Underground,
Suburban Knight,
The Grass Roots,
Bang On A Can,
Quantec,
EPMD,
Outsiders,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rufus Thomas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nick Fraelich,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Barbara Tucker,
Kerri Chandler,
The Saints,
Depeche Mode,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ludus,
The Black Dice,
UT,
The Cramps,
Smog,
Animal Collective,
Jeru the Damaja,
Talk Talk,
Jeff Lynne,
Connie Case,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Severed Heads,
Eli Mardock,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jesper Dahlback,
Amon Düül II,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Vogues,
Nico,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Suicide,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fear,
David McCallum,
Janne Schatter,
Thompson Twins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marc Almond,
Y Pants,
Skarface,
Soft Machine,
Inner City,
Crime,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fall,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.