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 East Timor and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron 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 Derrick May to the disco 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
The Mummies,
Con Funk Shun,
Lebanon Hanover,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
10cc,
Pantytec,
Scion,
the Normal,
The J.B.'s,
John Cale,
Erasure,
Fad Gadget,
The Cowsills,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cameo,
Outsiders,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rotary Connection,
Howard Jones,
Sun City Girls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Carl Craig,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Shuggie Otis,
Faraquet,
Ronan,
Dead Boys,
The Smiths,
Absolute Body Control,
Al Stewart,
James White and The Blacks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scott Walker,
Jimmy McGriff,
Youth Brigade,
Curtis Mayfield,
Au Pairs,
David McCallum,
This Heat,
Kas Product,
The Searchers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soul II Soul,
The Golliwogs,
Y Pants,
Joyce Sims,
The Fortunes,
OOIOO,
Porter Ricks,
Wolf Eyes,
Leonard Cohen,
Sam Rivers,
Lindisfarne,
Pagans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Boredoms,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.