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 Liberia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer 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 Infiniti to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Remains,
Camberwell Now,
Rapeman,
Tropical Tobacco,
Index,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Gories,
Nik Kershaw,
Mr. Review,
Swans,
The Dead C,
The Barracudas,
Matthew Bourne,
Stereo Dub,
Tears for Fears,
Piero Umiliani,
Fluxion,
Visage,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobby Sherman,
Dorothy Ashby,
Slave,
Blossom Toes,
Gabor Szabo,
Crime,
Simply Red,
The Associates,
Wally Richardson,
Subhumans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jawbox,
Audionom,
The J.B.'s,
B.T. Express,
Brass Construction,
Amazonics,
Aloha Tigers,
Rosa Yemen,
MC5,
Drexciya,
The Vogues,
David Axelrod,
Mary Jane Girls,
ABBA,
Oblivians,
Neil Young,
Goldenarms,
Joe Smooth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Boredoms,
The Mighty Diamonds,
cv313,
The Fuzztones,
Albert Ayler,
Crispian St. Peters,
New York Dolls,
Severed Heads,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.