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 Serbia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar 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 World's Most to the jazz 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Livin' Joy,
The Knickerbockers,
Khruangbin,
Los Fastidios,
Zapp,
Tears for Fears,
Vladislav Delay,
Guru Guru,
Crash Course in Science,
Tom Boy,
Flash Fearless,
L. Decosne,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Human League,
Bang On A Can,
B.T. Express,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Steve Hackett,
Neil Young,
MC5,
Joe Finger,
One Last Wish,
Hot Snakes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tomorrow,
PIL,
Liliput,
Ornette Coleman,
In Retrospect,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
James White and The Blacks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Babytalk,
Connie Case,
Magma,
Negative Approach,
Mission of Burma,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Byron Stingily,
Jesper Dahlback,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Stereo Dub,
Robert Wyatt,
David Bowie,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Surgeon,
The Blues Magoos,
John Holt,
Absolute Body Control,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sarah Menescal,
Sonic Youth,
Dark Day,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Adolescents,
Skriet,
The Sonics,
DNA,
Godley & Creme,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.