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 Mongolia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
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 chamberlin 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 Eden Ahbez to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Yazoo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bad Manners,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pole,
The Young Rascals,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Lydon,
Charles Mingus,
Echospace,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Max Romeo,
Monks,
Procol Harum,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sam Rivers,
Vladislav Delay,
Popol Vuh,
Newcleus,
Marc Almond,
Eric Copeland,
The Red Krayola,
The Durutti Column,
Thompson Twins,
Warsaw,
Youth Brigade,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Moody Blues,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Moon,
Leonard Cohen,
The Stooges,
Marmalade,
Terry Callier,
Stetsasonic,
Alton Ellis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
AZ,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Guru Guru,
Althea and Donna,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joe Finger,
Loose Ends,
Joyce Sims,
Nick Fraelich,
Erykah Badu,
Tres Demented,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rakim,
Harpers Bizarre,
Oneida,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Smog,
Severed Heads,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nirvana,
Sixth Finger,
Dark Day,
Minor Threat,
The Velvet Underground,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.