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 Venezuela and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin 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 Ossler to the funk 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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Max Romeo,
Blake Baxter,
MDC,
Dorothy Ashby,
Flamin' Groovies,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Divine Comedy,
The Toasters,
Erasure,
Oneida,
Camberwell Now,
Adolescents,
Joy Division,
Lower 48,
The Blackbyrds,
Cluster,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fear,
Blossom Toes,
Flipper,
Kurtis Blow,
The American Breed,
Kerri Chandler,
Laurel Aitken,
Hot Snakes,
Country Teasers,
Delta 5,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Davy DMX,
Dave Gahan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Silicon Teens,
Chrome,
Echospace,
Intrusion,
Technova,
Rod Modell,
DJ Sneak,
Y Pants,
Little Man,
Ornette Coleman,
Qualms,
The Music Machine,
Main Source,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eric B and Rakim,
Faust,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soft Cell,
David Bowie,
Outsiders,
Chris Corsano,
The Black Dice,
Thee Headcoats,
Arab on Radar,
The Walker Brothers,
The Modern Lovers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Toni Rubio,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.