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 Tonga and from Beijing.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Peter & Gordon to the grunge 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 '70s.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
The Dirtbombs,
Severed Heads,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Peter & Gordon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Michelle Simonal,
Nick Fraelich,
Bauhaus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Germs,
Jandek,
Technova,
ABC,
Cluster,
Neil Young,
Bluetip,
Theoretical Girls,
Scan 7,
Kenny Larkin,
Buzzcocks,
Silicon Teens,
Jawbox,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ponytail,
Slick Rick,
Stiv Bators,
New Order,
Talk Talk,
Traffic Nightmare,
Suicide,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Circle Jerks,
Aloha Tigers,
Hashim,
John Cale,
Eric B and Rakim,
Reuben Wilson,
Gang Green,
New Age Steppers,
Ice-T,
Electric Prunes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eve St. Jones,
One Last Wish,
AZ,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Human League,
June Days,
the Soft Cell,
Piero Umiliani,
Lungfish,
Dual Sessions,
Accadde A,
Minor Threat,
The Remains,
Angry Samoans,
Wasted Youth,
KRS-One,
The Fortunes,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.