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 Mozambique and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 the Astoria.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Archie Shepp,
Robert Görl,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Intrusion,
Curtis Mayfield,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soft Cell,
Gabor Szabo,
Masters at Work,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dual Sessions,
Ice-T,
the Germs,
Motorama,
Buzzcocks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Inner City,
Scan 7,
Supertramp,
Pagans,
Franke,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Saints,
The Star Department,
Johnny Clarke,
Outsiders,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Godley & Creme,
Aaron Thompson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lower 48,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Suburban Knight,
Bronski Beat,
Monks,
Pole,
Grey Daturas,
X-102,
Brand Nubian,
Simply Red,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fall,
The Blues Magoos,
Minor Threat,
The Evens,
Animal Collective,
Whodini,
The Walker Brothers,
MDC,
H. Thieme,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crime,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jacob Miller,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wally Richardson,
Blake Baxter,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Doors,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.