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 Croatia and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Faust to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Oneida,
The Real Kids,
China Crisis,
Jawbox,
Aloha Tigers,
Joensuu 1685,
Gong,
Guru Guru,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Grauzone,
Cybotron,
The Associates,
Ludus,
Scan 7,
Soft Cell,
New York Dolls,
Thompson Twins,
the Soft Cell,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cluster,
The Cowsills,
Mr. Review,
Motorama,
Malaria!,
These Immortal Souls,
The Index,
The American Breed,
Ossler,
The Fall,
Lightning Bolt,
Ituana,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Mummies,
Skriet,
The Golliwogs,
Sugar Minott,
Fort Wilson Riot,
MDC,
Radio Birdman,
The Cramps,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eurythmics,
Toni Rubio,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Procol Harum,
JFA,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Standells,
Slave,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Unrelated Segments,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Wake,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Busters,
Quantec,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Sheep,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.