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 Vanuatu and from New York.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Roy Ayers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Piero Umiliani,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Aural Exciters,
Jandek,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Saints,
Flash Fearless,
Aloha Tigers,
Nik Kershaw,
Los Fastidios,
Connie Case,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Monks,
Cheater Slicks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rekid,
DJ Style,
The Raincoats,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Association,
OOIOO,
Ultimate Spinach,
Outsiders,
Section 25,
The Misunderstood,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Little Man,
The Real Kids,
Gastr Del Sol,
Franke,
X-101,
The Vogues,
The Electric Prunes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pagans,
Eden Ahbez,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Doors,
Bronski Beat,
Brass Construction,
The Gun Club,
Angry Samoans,
Livin' Joy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Oneida,
Soft Machine,
Talk Talk,
The Cosmic Jokers,
T. Rex,
The Kinks,
Infiniti,
Ronnie Foster,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Fania All-Stars,
David McCallum,
Agitation Free,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Germs,
Pantaleimon,
Panda Bear,
KRS-One,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.