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 Ethiopia and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Barrington Levy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Television Personalities,
Soul Sonic Force,
Warren Ellis,
Altered Images,
The Fortunes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marmalade,
Kas Product,
Tres Demented,
Funkadelic,
Sam Rivers,
Swans,
Loose Ends,
The Blackbyrds,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marvin Gaye,
The Cowsills,
Magma,
Deadbeat,
Soft Cell,
Sound Behaviour,
Niagra,
The Music Machine,
Barry Ungar,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Surgeon,
Visage,
Grey Daturas,
Shoche,
Brick,
Pagans,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Red Krayola,
Black Sheep,
Black Moon,
Gang Starr,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fluxion,
The Real Kids,
Letta Mbulu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Accadde A,
H. Thieme,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joyce Sims,
Lucky Dragons,
Crooked Eye,
Gang Gang Dance,
Warsaw,
Excepter,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sonic Youth,
Pantytec,
New York Dolls,
The Slackers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pylon,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.