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 Thailand and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe 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 The Motions to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Stiv Bators,
The Real Kids,
Boz Scaggs,
Moebius,
John Lydon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
FM Einheit,
The Human League,
Rites of Spring,
Big Daddy Kane,
Aswad,
Ken Boothe,
Stetsasonic,
Pantaleimon,
Cal Tjader,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mantronix,
Sparks,
Marmalade,
K-Klass,
Animal Collective,
KRS-One,
Guru Guru,
The Gories,
Matthew Bourne,
T.S.O.L.,
Peter and Kerry,
the Association,
Parry Music,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Kinks,
Black Flag,
Pere Ubu,
Steve Hackett,
The United States of America,
Average White Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Groovy Waters,
Howard Jones,
Carl Craig,
Pet Shop Boys,
Essential Logic,
One Last Wish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Moon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Terry Callier,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gastr Del Sol,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Bananas,
The Beau Brummels,
Ultravox,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wings,
Joy Division,
Joe Finger,
The Monochrome Set,
Prince Buster,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.