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 Singapore and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Marmalade to the dance 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Little Man,
Boogie Down Productions,
Stockholm Monsters,
Leonard Cohen,
Kayak,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Zero Boys,
Schoolly D,
Gil Scott Heron,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
New York Dolls,
Donny Hathaway,
Vainqueur,
Thee Headcoats,
Sexual Harrassment,
Alphaville,
The Doors,
Fela Kuti,
Sonic Youth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Second Layer,
48th St. Collective,
The Cure,
World's Most,
Essential Logic,
The Misunderstood,
The New Christs,
The Names,
the Association,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crash Course in Science,
Skaos,
Heaven 17,
The Cowsills,
The Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ultravox,
Half Japanese,
Trumans Water,
Public Enemy,
Black Bananas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pierre Henry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Sound,
Girls At Our Best!,
Metal Thangz,
Johnny Osbourne,
Davy DMX,
Khruangbin,
Robert Hood,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Maleditus Sound,
Jawbox,
Junior Murvin,
Ultra Naté,
Newcleus,
Jacques Brel,
The Fugs,
Kenny Larkin,
Todd Terry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.