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 East Timor and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Halifax.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Residents to the disco 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Excepter,
Fela Kuti,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Doobie Brothers,
Alphaville,
Vainqueur,
Con Funk Shun,
Aloha Tigers,
The Monochrome Set,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soft Machine,
Section 25,
Inner City,
Graham Central Station,
Crash Course in Science,
Arab on Radar,
Juan Atkins,
Isaac Hayes,
Babytalk,
Mars,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nick Fraelich,
Technova,
Thompson Twins,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Standells,
Fat Boys,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fall,
Gichy Dan,
Animal Collective,
Hardrive,
Scratch Acid,
Von Mondo,
Anakelly,
Goldenarms,
The Grass Roots,
The Black Dice,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wally Richardson,
Simply Red,
Jerry's Kids,
Iggy Pop,
Livin' Joy,
Darondo,
Circle Jerks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tears for Fears,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Saints,
This Heat,
Sällskapet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Massinfluence,
The American Breed,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Suicide,
The Busters,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.