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 Luxembourg and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Warsaw to the electroclash 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Moody Blues,
Matthew Halsall,
A Certain Ratio,
The Blues Magoos,
Nick Fraelich,
The Angels of Light,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Sonics,
Sun City Girls,
Tommy Roe,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gong,
Depeche Mode,
Roxette,
Lucky Dragons,
Big Daddy Kane,
Metal Thangz,
Moby Grape,
the Soft Cell,
Minny Pops,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Harry Pussy,
The Dead C,
Lindisfarne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Music Machine,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Sheep,
Procol Harum,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Faraquet,
Jawbox,
Roger Hodgson,
Soul II Soul,
Lou Christie,
The Velvet Underground,
Arab on Radar,
Sonic Youth,
Bluetip,
U.S. Maple,
Marvin Gaye,
Excepter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Moss Icon,
Quadrant,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
ABC,
Girls At Our Best!,
Magazine,
Al Stewart,
Underground Resistance,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Minor Threat,
Neu!,
Fat Boys,
Liliput,
Basic Channel,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.