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 Canada and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 The Grass Roots to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Spandau Ballet,
The Walker Brothers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Camouflage,
Pylon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fuzztones,
Hasil Adkins,
Piero Umiliani,
Dead Boys,
the Soft Cell,
DJ Style,
Tommy Roe,
Accadde A,
Jeru the Damaja,
Minnie Riperton,
Icehouse,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Wake,
The Moody Blues,
Rites of Spring,
Scion,
Gregory Isaacs,
Charles Mingus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Heaven 17,
Boredoms,
Cameo,
Sarah Menescal,
Don Cherry,
Colin Newman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nils Olav,
Tears for Fears,
June of 44,
Black Sheep,
Thee Headcoats,
Suicide,
The Blackbyrds,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mission of Burma,
The Birthday Party,
Dark Day,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Cowsills,
The Slackers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Idris Muhammad,
Symarip,
The Monks,
Q and Not U,
Black Pus,
Nation of Ulysses,
Average White Band,
The Fugs,
The Searchers,
D'Angelo,
Lightning Bolt,
The Star Department,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.