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 Sweden and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe 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 Johnny Osbourne 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
The Walker Brothers,
JFA,
The Standells,
Cymande,
Girls At Our Best!,
Porter Ricks,
Ohio Players,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Royal Trux,
Technova,
Babytalk,
Ten City,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sonny Sharrock,
Connie Case,
Fluxion,
Dual Sessions,
World's Most,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Iggy Pop,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Leonard Cohen,
Charles Mingus,
Model 500,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Black Dice,
Flamin' Groovies,
Toni Rubio,
Camouflage,
Delta 5,
Graham Central Station,
Dawn Penn,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Adolescents,
The Angels of Light,
Flipper,
Gil Scott Heron,
Newcleus,
Judy Mowatt,
Godley & Creme,
The Beau Brummels,
The Evens,
Glenn Branca,
The Kinks,
CMW,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Foxx,
Lalann,
The Vogues,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fatback Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Nick Fraelich,
The Seeds,
Al Stewart,
Moebius,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.