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 Monaco and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 Seeds 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 Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Lakeside,
X-101,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Busters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Harmonia,
Organ,
the Soft Cell,
Slick Rick,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
In Retrospect,
ABC,
The Real Kids,
Ultravox,
Avey Tare,
Gang Gang Dance,
Erykah Badu,
Sex Pistols,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Quantec,
Harry Pussy,
Quadrant,
Jandek,
Sällskapet,
Soulsonic Force,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Gap Band,
Warren Ellis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kevin Saunderson,
Duran Duran,
The Techniques,
The Velvet Underground,
Scratch Acid,
The Music Machine,
Minor Threat,
Sarah Menescal,
Interpol,
Jerry's Kids,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gerry Rafferty,
Motorama,
Darondo,
Danielle Patucci,
Kenny Larkin,
Rekid,
Joyce Sims,
Excepter,
The Dead C,
John Holt,
Scott Walker,
June Days,
Clear Light,
Bronski Beat,
The Associates,
Bill Near,
The Human League,
Ten City,
The J.B.'s,
Derrick Morgan,
Lungfish,
Sight & Sound,
Boogie Down Productions,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.