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 Uruguay and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ 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 Janne Schatter to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
The Smoke,
Cameo,
The Golliwogs,
Joe Smooth,
Talk Talk,
Cybotron,
Spoonie Gee,
Matthew Halsall,
Yellowson,
John Coltrane,
Mission of Burma,
Sun City Girls,
Eric Dolphy,
Roger Hodgson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Vainqueur,
John Holt,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scratch Acid,
Severed Heads,
Accadde A,
Curtis Mayfield,
Electric Light Orchestra,
World's Most,
Nirvana,
The Selecter,
The Searchers,
Arab on Radar,
Quadrant,
Todd Rundgren,
Barry Ungar,
Robert Hood,
Circle Jerks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scan 7,
The Slackers,
Buzzcocks,
MC5,
Reuben Wilson,
Minutemen,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Duran Duran,
The Misunderstood,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Slits,
Minor Threat,
Juan Atkins,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Techniques,
Big Daddy Kane,
Slave,
The Moleskins,
Gregory Isaacs,
Qualms,
Vladislav Delay,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dave Gahan,
The Beau Brummels,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Lydon,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.