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 Austria and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Glambeats Corp. to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sixth Finger,
Pere Ubu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fat Boys,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Dave Clark Five,
Electric Prunes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Vogues,
the Association,
B.T. Express,
David Bowie,
Zapp,
Lou Reed,
Magazine,
Soft Machine,
Little Man,
Vladislav Delay,
Procol Harum,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dennis Brown,
The Smiths,
Gregory Isaacs,
Half Japanese,
Public Image Ltd.,
Avey Tare,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pharoah Sanders,
Surgeon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Isaac Hayes,
The Black Dice,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Arthur Verocai,
Bob Dylan,
Brass Construction,
Sexual Harrassment,
Andrew Hill,
The Slits,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tres Demented,
Pantaleimon,
Roy Ayers,
Prince Buster,
These Immortal Souls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pierre Henry,
Whodini,
Groovy Waters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soul II Soul,
Joe Finger,
Roger Hodgson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Man Parrish,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.