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 Tunisia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
E-Dancer,
Ralphi Rosario,
Camouflage,
Brothers Johnson,
DJ Style,
Neu!,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Goldenarms,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mr. Review,
Eli Mardock,
The Stooges,
Average White Band,
Magma,
Sight & Sound,
World's Most,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Red Krayola,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Girls At Our Best!,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Iggy Pop,
The Remains,
Swell Maps,
Siglo XX,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fela Kuti,
Nik Kershaw,
Simply Red,
Agitation Free,
Hardrive,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Oblivians,
The Monks,
Alphaville,
Scientists,
Blossom Toes,
Vainqueur,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hasil Adkins,
Quantec,
the Normal,
Nils Olav,
The Slits,
Radiohead,
Nirvana,
Aloha Tigers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sparks,
Mark Hollis,
Sandy B,
ABBA,
The Fire Engines,
Barrington Levy,
Blake Baxter,
Sixth Finger,
Interpol,
Glambeats Corp.,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.