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 Turkey and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Aaron Thompson 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Archie Shepp,
The Leaves,
The Kinks,
The Litter,
Sällskapet,
Vladislav Delay,
X-Ray Spex,
Aswad,
Interpol,
Al Stewart,
Jesper Dahlback,
L. Decosne,
Masters at Work,
Yazoo,
The Index,
Black Sheep,
The Real Kids,
Trumans Water,
Eric Copeland,
Reagan Youth,
Nirvana,
Charles Mingus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Amazonics,
Absolute Body Control,
Fort Wilson Riot,
New York Dolls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Holt,
Johnny Osbourne,
Yaz,
Urselle,
Grey Daturas,
Rakim,
Tomorrow,
Warren Ellis,
Circle Jerks,
Black Bananas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Davy DMX,
Big Daddy Kane,
Niagra,
Delta 5,
The Fortunes,
Hardrive,
Nik Kershaw,
The Techniques,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mission of Burma,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
DNA,
The Last Poets,
The Fuzztones,
The J.B.'s,
R.M.O.,
Sugar Minott,
Erykah Badu,
The Moody Blues,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.