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 San Marino and from Manila.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe 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 Can to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Hot Snakes,
The Slackers,
Juan Atkins,
The Walker Brothers,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Durutti Column,
DNA,
Scion,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fall,
48th St. Collective,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
June Days,
The Fortunes,
Kayak,
Matthew Bourne,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tropical Tobacco,
Animal Collective,
Gabor Szabo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bill Near,
Talk Talk,
Echospace,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Magazine,
The Human League,
OOIOO,
Underground Resistance,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cymande,
Mary Jane Girls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
CMW,
F. McDonald,
Youth Brigade,
Minor Threat,
Spandau Ballet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Black Dice,
Cluster,
Hoover,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Q and Not U,
Big Daddy Kane,
Adolescents,
Dennis Brown,
Soulsonic Force,
Fluxion,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mandrill,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Andrew Hill,
Derrick May,
The Electric Prunes,
Hasil Adkins,
Crash Course in Science,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.