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 Fiji and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb 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 The Wake to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
X-101,
Suburban Knight,
The Cure,
Erasure,
Max Romeo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Colin Newman,
The Divine Comedy,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Gap Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Marmalade,
John Lydon,
Whodini,
Ituana,
Todd Rundgren,
Marine Girls,
James White and The Blacks,
Faust,
Piero Umiliani,
The Martian,
ABBA,
The Index,
Altered Images,
D'Angelo,
Talk Talk,
Soulsonic Force,
The Dead C,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Severed Heads,
Nico,
Kenny Larkin,
The Leaves,
E-Dancer,
Cecil Taylor,
Kas Product,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Minnie Riperton,
Archie Shepp,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fall,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Association,
AZ,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Morten Harket,
Boz Scaggs,
Inner City,
the Swans,
The Doors,
Funkadelic,
The Monochrome Set,
Hashim,
Joyce Sims,
Guru Guru,
X-102,
Avey Tare,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.