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 Slovenia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
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 organ 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 The Doors to the punk 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Thee Headcoats,
Lungfish,
Essential Logic,
Gang of Four,
Von Mondo,
Kas Product,
Tears for Fears,
Funkadelic,
Spandau Ballet,
kango's stein massive,
Nas,
H. Thieme,
The Motions,
Bad Manners,
Technova,
Popol Vuh,
Grauzone,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hashim,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Gories,
Lou Reed,
Ralphi Rosario,
Graham Central Station,
the Swans,
The Angels of Light,
Hot Snakes,
48th St. Collective,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Invisible,
10cc,
Tubeway Army,
Arthur Verocai,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cecil Taylor,
The Residents,
Lalo Schifrin,
Boz Scaggs,
The Blackbyrds,
Roxette,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Supertramp,
Whodini,
Al Stewart,
Zero Boys,
The Associates,
Desert Stars,
Sonic Youth,
Hardrive,
Half Japanese,
PIL,
Man Parrish,
Scientists,
Faraquet,
Mandrill,
Glambeats Corp.,
Barclay James Harvest,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Urselle,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Althea and Donna,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.