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 Mozambique and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Minor Threat to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Todd Rundgren,
Kevin Saunderson,
Banda Bassotti,
Duran Duran,
The Trojans,
Robert Görl,
Jeff Lynne,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tim Buckley,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ohio Players,
The Searchers,
Can,
The Birthday Party,
Ponytail,
The Standells,
Yaz,
The J.B.'s,
Matthew Bourne,
Kool Moe Dee,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Skatalites,
Ituana,
Thee Headcoats,
Sight & Sound,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Alton Ellis,
Lindisfarne,
Hot Snakes,
Procol Harum,
The Techniques,
The Happenings,
Roy Ayers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rotary Connection,
Urselle,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mantronix,
The Human League,
Carl Craig,
Metal Thangz,
The Durutti Column,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Accadde A,
Newcleus,
Patti Smith,
Average White Band,
Steve Hackett,
The Gun Club,
Q and Not U,
Pulsallama,
Harmonia,
Aaron Thompson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.