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 Malaysia and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
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 sitar 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 Stiv Bators to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Fat Boys,
Zero Boys,
Deakin,
The Shadows of Knight,
Motorama,
Neu!,
Sight & Sound,
The Searchers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mary Jane Girls,
Depeche Mode,
U.S. Maple,
Nirvana,
Pierre Henry,
The Dave Clark Five,
Public Enemy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eli Mardock,
Deepchord,
T. Rex,
Outsiders,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Todd Rundgren,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Arthur Verocai,
Glambeats Corp.,
K-Klass,
The Modern Lovers,
Big Daddy Kane,
The United States of America,
Section 25,
Faust,
Bill Near,
The Kinks,
David Bowie,
Erasure,
Marmalade,
Yaz,
Jerry's Kids,
The Golliwogs,
Kas Product,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Suicide,
Model 500,
Half Japanese,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Aloha Tigers,
Sandy B,
The Sound,
Morten Harket,
Mandrill,
Crash Course in Science,
Infiniti,
Eurythmics,
Thee Headcoats,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fugazi,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.