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 Madagascar and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar 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 Radio Birdman to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
The Gap Band,
Easy Going,
Outsiders,
Royal Trux,
Nick Fraelich,
Make Up,
Graham Central Station,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Divine Comedy,
Con Funk Shun,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The J.B.'s,
Khruangbin,
Whodini,
Sandy B,
Agitation Free,
In Retrospect,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marmalade,
Joey Negro,
kango's stein massive,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kas Product,
Procol Harum,
Jandek,
Bauhaus,
The Raincoats,
Oblivians,
Skriet,
Scott Walker,
The Pop Group,
The Tremeloes,
Moby Grape,
EPMD,
Josef K,
The Velvet Underground,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Y Pants,
Tears for Fears,
The Birthday Party,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fuzztones,
CMW,
Alphaville,
The Misunderstood,
Hashim,
The Names,
Mad Mike,
Mars,
ABC,
DJ Sneak,
June Days,
The Index,
David Axelrod,
Moss Icon,
Sonic Youth,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roxette,
Malaria!,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.