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 Ethiopia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Leonard Cohen to the funk 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sister Nancy,
The Evens,
In Retrospect,
R.M.O.,
Al Stewart,
Wolf Eyes,
Ornette Coleman,
Angry Samoans,
Banda Bassotti,
Bauhaus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mo-Dettes,
Echospace,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scratch Acid,
The Moody Blues,
Sällskapet,
Kenny Larkin,
Aaron Thompson,
The Offenders,
This Heat,
kango's stein massive,
Cheater Slicks,
Max Romeo,
Roxette,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Japan,
The Monks,
Procol Harum,
Kayak,
Sun Ra,
Neil Young,
Soulsonic Force,
Dead Boys,
Underground Resistance,
Tomorrow,
Interpol,
Soul Sonic Force,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Vogues,
Derrick Morgan,
Slick Rick,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hashim,
Flash Fearless,
Skriet,
Pere Ubu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Zero Boys,
The Sound,
Quando Quango,
Dave Gahan,
K-Klass,
Malaria!,
Jacques Brel,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.