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 Kuwait and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the guitar 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 Unwound to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Motorama,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Thompson Twins,
Marine Girls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Josef K,
Mo-Dettes,
Skaos,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Moss Icon,
Mantronix,
Kayak,
Arab on Radar,
Derrick May,
Sandy B,
Carl Craig,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Skatalites,
The Doors,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fall,
Procol Harum,
Black Flag,
Main Source,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Sheep,
Eddi Front,
Sound Behaviour,
H. Thieme,
Max Romeo,
Roger Hodgson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Das Ding,
Roxette,
The Alarm Clocks,
Stiv Bators,
Monks,
Man Parrish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Make Up,
Aloha Tigers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
F. McDonald,
David Bowie,
The Sound,
Crooked Eye,
Suicide,
Wings,
Cecil Taylor,
The Young Rascals,
Peter & Gordon,
Moby Grape,
Kurtis Blow,
Nils Olav,
Minny Pops,
Saccharine Trust,
Zapp,
Oblivians,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.