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 Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Country Teasers to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
In Retrospect,
R.M.O.,
Sonic Youth,
Tommy Roe,
Suburban Knight,
Sound Behaviour,
The Sonics,
The Techniques,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Red Krayola,
Parry Music,
Davy DMX,
Marvin Gaye,
JFA,
Pagans,
Amon Düül,
The Slackers,
Surgeon,
Brass Construction,
Deepchord,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Real Kids,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mr. Review,
H. Thieme,
Black Bananas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jimmy McGriff,
Brand Nubian,
New Order,
Pole,
June of 44,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Quando Quango,
Dual Sessions,
Traffic Nightmare,
The American Breed,
The Count Five,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pylon,
Erykah Badu,
Franke,
Blake Baxter,
The Offenders,
L. Decosne,
John Holt,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Icehouse,
Basic Channel,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sun City Girls,
The Electric Prunes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roxy Music,
the Soft Cell,
Sun Ra,
the Association,
Soulsonic Force,
Man Eating Sloth,
Stiv Bators,
Scientists,
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.