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 Hungary and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the organ 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 Saccharine Trust to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Q and Not U,
Zero Boys,
MC5,
Joey Negro,
Rakim,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eric Dolphy,
Amon Düül,
The J.B.'s,
Warsaw,
Barrington Levy,
Can,
The Angels of Light,
Rosa Yemen,
Tubeway Army,
The New Christs,
Smog,
Iggy Pop,
L. Decosne,
The Moody Blues,
Khruangbin,
Niagra,
Q65,
Depeche Mode,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mark Hollis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rekid,
Ultra Naté,
The Modern Lovers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Saccharine Trust,
Man Parrish,
Warren Ellis,
Tres Demented,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Visage,
Juan Atkins,
The Busters,
Radiohead,
James White and The Blacks,
Freddie Wadling,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pierre Henry,
Alice Coltrane,
U.S. Maple,
Technova,
DJ Sneak,
Roy Ayers,
A Certain Ratio,
H. Thieme,
Black Pus,
Dead Boys,
Ornette Coleman,
MDC,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hot Snakes,
The Cramps,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.