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 Ethiopia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 This Heat to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Mad Mike,
The Toasters,
In Retrospect,
Bluetip,
Byron Stingily,
The Fortunes,
Crispy Ambulance,
X-102,
Pylon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bill Wells,
Aloha Tigers,
Scientists,
Leonard Cohen,
Fad Gadget,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sexual Harrassment,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Terrestrial Tones,
X-101,
Dennis Brown,
Jandek,
Boredoms,
The Standells,
Y Pants,
The Names,
The Tremeloes,
The Birthday Party,
Sarah Menescal,
The Music Machine,
Lungfish,
Desert Stars,
John Cale,
Wasted Youth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Man Eating Sloth,
a-ha,
Cluster,
Duran Duran,
Alice Coltrane,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soulsonic Force,
Marc Almond,
The Pop Group,
Adolescents,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Gories,
Angry Samoans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lalann,
Fear,
Yusef Lateef,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pole,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Neil Young,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.