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 Tanzania and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Excepter to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Half Japanese,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Essential Logic,
Godley & Creme,
Davy DMX,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Barry Ungar,
Gang Gang Dance,
Letta Mbulu,
Eurythmics,
Spandau Ballet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dave Gahan,
Suburban Knight,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Sonics,
Joy Division,
T. Rex,
Section 25,
Magazine,
Blancmange,
Eric Dolphy,
Ludus,
The Toasters,
Au Pairs,
cv313,
Index,
Arcadia,
AZ,
Von Mondo,
Slick Rick,
Jandek,
L. Decosne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sarah Menescal,
Cluster,
Blossom Toes,
Desert Stars,
The Detroit Cobras,
Susan Cadogan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Con Funk Shun,
Audionom,
MDC,
Warren Ellis,
Sex Pistols,
China Crisis,
EPMD,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Outsiders,
Nick Fraelich,
James White and The Blacks,
Organ,
Black Bananas,
Livin' Joy,
The J.B.'s,
The Velvet Underground,
Rod Modell,
Das Ding,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.