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 Tuvalu and from New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Tubeway Army to the rock 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Grauzone,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Divine Comedy,
Angry Samoans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camouflage,
In Retrospect,
Public Enemy,
PIL,
Ten City,
Ultravox,
Anthony Braxton,
Make Up,
Qualms,
Shoche,
Andrew Hill,
Outsiders,
Kenny Larkin,
Jacques Brel,
The Trojans,
The Smiths,
MC5,
Main Source,
Sugar Minott,
The Fire Engines,
Amazonics,
The Gladiators,
Ralphi Rosario,
Siglo XX,
H. Thieme,
John Cale,
Nik Kershaw,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Visage,
Sun Ra,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ohio Players,
Cluster,
Lou Christie,
Can,
Gerry Rafferty,
Davy DMX,
Jandek,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
8 Eyed Spy,
OOIOO,
Black Sheep,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jeff Lynne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joyce Sims,
The Fugs,
Eddi Front,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Warsaw,
Reuben Wilson,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.