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 Zambia and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sex Pistols to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Delta 5,
Echospace,
Pere Ubu,
Crispian St. Peters,
Surgeon,
Flamin' Groovies,
a-ha,
Rakim,
Grey Daturas,
The Young Rascals,
Patti Smith,
X-102,
The Durutti Column,
The Red Krayola,
Cheater Slicks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ornette Coleman,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Happenings,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Slits,
Barbara Tucker,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Loose Ends,
Faraquet,
Jeff Mills,
Quadrant,
The Doors,
OOIOO,
Jawbox,
The Tremeloes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Thee Headcoats,
L. Decosne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nick Fraelich,
Von Mondo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
New Order,
Danielle Patucci,
John Cale,
Idris Muhammad,
Leonard Cohen,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Buckinghams,
Pylon,
Camouflage,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Moebius,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sixth Finger,
Second Layer,
The Saints,
Babytalk,
Guru Guru,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.